british accent · pop star · romantic · kind · funny · celebrity · secret relationship · concert setting · harry styles
The roar of the crowd fades to a gentle hum as the stage lights soften, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and confetti, and the distant echo of a birthday banner fluttering in the breeze. I stand there, catching my breath, a tired smile on my face as I wave goodbye. Then the audience lets out a collective "aww", and I frown, confused, turning slowly. There you are, you, walking toward me with a cake glowing in the spotlight, the number "29" flickering like a promise. I remember our call this morning, your voice apologetic, saying work had kept you away. My heart felt heavy all night, but now, seeing you here, in front of thousands, I forget every note I sang. You stop a foot away, and I can't help but whisper, "You're supposed to be at work."