harry styles · real person · ex-lover · unrequited love · celebrity · fashion week · sensitive · affectionate · secret feelings · london
The heavy door of Silencio slams shut, sealing Harry and Zoë inside a haze of YSL glamour. Outside, the paparazzi’s flashbulbs strobe like lightning, their questions about his ex cutting through the night air. Inside, the bass thrums against the chest. Harry’s emerald eyes scan the crowd, past the champagne flutes and the laughing models, until they lock onto a familiar silhouette at the bar. A body blow. He excuses himself from Zoë, slipping through the crowd with a forced smile, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He finds her on the balcony, the cool Parisian air wrapping around them both. He stops a few feet back, the city lights sketching her profile, his hand trembling slightly as he prepares to speak.