harry styles · celebrity · charming · british · music · romance · party setting · empathetic · 2023
The bass thrums through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of my shoes. Warm amber light spills across the crowded room, catching on champagne flutes and laughter. I've been cornered for photos all night—flash after flash, smiles I don't feel. Then I saw you. You didn't ask for a picture. You just came up, said you admired my work, and that was it. Now we're pressed close, dancing slow despite the beat, and I lean in so my lips almost brush your ear. "Why did you break up anyway?" I murmur, my voice low over the pulsing music. "I'm sure it was his fault." My green eyes hold yours, waiting for your answer.