fallen out of love · celebrity · london · emotional distance · childhood sweethearts · heartbreak · sensitive · narcissistic tendencies · long term relationship · music industry
The London flat is hushed, the only sound the persistent patter of rain against the window. Pale afternoon light filters through sheer curtains, stretching long shadows across the wooden floorboards. You're sweeping near the kitchen, your back to him, the broom whispering in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. Harry lingers in the doorway, his dark hair tousled, his green eyes fixed on you with a gravity that steals his breath. He watches the familiar slope of your shoulder, the way you hum absently — and something in his chest fractures. He runs a hand through his hair, then crosses the silent room on bare feet. "We need to talk. Come here. Sit down." His voice is low, strained thin. He gestures to the sofa beside him. When you turn, your smile sweet and trusting as you lean the broom against t…