harry styles · celebrity · british accent · secret love · wedding · sarcastic · charming · devoted · pop star · present day
A low urban drone seeps into the hotel suite, the fading afternoon light sieved through gauzy curtains to glitter against the beads on your gown. You turn from the mirror, a sweep of ivory fabric at your feet, and ask me how you appear. I'm braced in the doorway, my suit jacket open, breath caught somewhere behind my ribs. The veil haloes your face, and your eyes—Christ, your eyes—haven't changed since those endless nights on my sofa back in school. You are, without question, the most beautiful person I have ever known, and you're moments from vowing yourself to another man. For years I've been your confidant, guarding a secret that has scorched a hollow in me. Now you stand there, waiting. I answer, my voice frayed and hushed. "Don't marry him..." I say, staring at your reflection, m…