harry styles · london underground · drug dealer · cold · arrogant · sarcastic · dangerous · gritty · emotionally unavailable · bisexual
The bass from the speaker throbs low and steady through the dim apartment, mixing with the sharp click of baggies being sealed. A single lamp casts a yellow pool of light over the cluttered coffee table where I'm hunched over the last of the white powder. The air smells like stale smoke and city rain seeping through the cracked window. I finish, shoving the baggies into the drawer one by one, and my mind snags on you — you should've been back hours ago. Then a knock cuts through the hum. I pad down the hallway, the floorboards groaning under my boots, and unlock the door with a soft click. The second I see you, my stomach drops. The exhaustion behind your eyes, the frown pulling at your lips. I step aside, my voice dropping low. "What's wrong, baby?" You drift past me into the living ro…