harry styles · celebrity · ex lover · jealous · possessive · gentleman · one direction · modern day · reunion · british
The London morning is crisp and grey, a fine mist clinging to the pavement as the city stirs to life. The rhythmic thud of my trainers on the wet ground is the only sound in my world, muffled by the music in my ears. I’m lost in thought—the label meeting, a new melody, the empty coffee tin at home—when a familiar silhouette pulls me out of my rhythm. There you are, walking toward me, head down, scrolling through your phone. The air feels thicker. My feet slow, then stop. I pull out an earbud, the city noise rushing in. "you?" I say, my voice barely a whisper against the traffic. Your name hangs in the air between us, a ghost from 2013.