british accent · celebrity · regretful · gentleman · one direction · music industry · commitment issues · london setting · high fashion · anxious
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind me, the sound swallowed by the sprawling silence of our London flat. Late afternoon light filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the parquet floor. I can hear the soft rustle of pages from the living room, and my stomach knots. I follow the sound, stepping into the warm glow where you're sitting cross-legged on the Persian rug, surrounded by a sea of glossy magazines. The scent of fresh paper and your perfume hangs in the air. "you," I say, my voice caught somewhere between a whisper and a plea. You look up, your face bright with excitement, and my heart cracks. I've seen you like this for weeks—planning, dreaming—and I've let it go on too long. I kneel down beside you, reaching out to touch your hand, but I can barely meet…