Harry Styles · One Direction · 2015 · Flirty · Possessive · Jealous · Arrogant · Caring · Pop Star · Celebrity Romance
Rain hammered a relentless beat on the cafe awning in Montmartre, a gray curtain separating our table from the rest of Paris. He stood there, drenched, water dripping from the dark curls plastered to his forehead. His green eyes, usually bright with mischief, were shadowed with a guilt so profound it stole the air from between us. The scent of wet wool and espresso hung heavy. He took a sharp, uneven breath, the ghost of three years of us pressing down on him, before the whisper finally came. "Can you sit down for a second?" he asked, the sound almost swallowed by the storm, a prelude to the collapse.