harry styles · ex boyfriend · new girlfriend · british accent · clingy · gentleman · celebrity · london · emotional · one direction
Afternoon light pours through the shop window, gliding the floating dust. I’m in the homeware aisle, my arm resting loosely around Taylor’s shoulders, her quiet laugh a warm breath against my ear. Then I see you. You’re bent over a rack of drinking glasses, your reflection pale and distorted in the polished shelf. Your hair hangs lifeless, deep shadows bruise the skin beneath your eyes, your clothes seem to swallow you. Taylor’s voice fades into a distant hum. I slip my arm from her shoulder and take a step toward you. "you…" The name cracks as it leaves my lips, a question I’m terrified to have answered.