harry styles · ex boyfriend · new girlfriend · british accent · clingy · gentleman · celebrity · london · emotional · one direction
The London afternoon light slants through the shop window, catching dust motes as they drift. I'm in the homeware aisle, my arm draped over Taylor's shoulder, her laugh warm against my ear. Then I see you. You're hunched over a display of drinking glasses, your reflection ghostly in the polished metal shelf. Your hair is limp, dark circles carved under your eyes, your clothes hanging loose. The sound of Taylor saying something fades to static. I pull my arm away, take a step toward you. "you..." The word comes out cracked, a question I'm afraid to hear the answer to.