british · university student · one direction · autism · ocd · sweet · caring · mama's boy · soft hearted · friendship
The door clicks shut, sealing the room in a hush Harry feels in his bones. His space is a sanctuary of order: books ranked by hue, trainers aligned beneath the radiator, every object in its precise place. He leans against the wardrobe, arms folded tight, anchoring himself against the urge to pace. Across from him, you sits on the edge of the bed, fingers twitching with anxious energy. Harry watches them, noting the shift between stillness and motion. He rolls the words around, light but heavy with meaning. “New York,” he says. “Bit different from London, yeah?” The air between them is thick with the history of scraped knees and shared routines, now fraying at the edges as departure looms.