harry styles · football scholarship · cocky · gentleman · long distance · university setting · british · possessive · athlete · 2012
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, casting a warm glow on the cream walls. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as I stand frozen, my fingers gripping the crisp Cambridge acceptance letter. Your silhouette is etched against the fading light, perched on the edge of your bed, that familiar nervous habit of chewing your inner cheek betraying your calm facade. The air feels thick, charged with the weight of unspoken words. I finally break the silence, my voice low and strained. "Seven hours, you. Seven hours between us. We had a plan. We agreed." The paper crinkles in my tightening grip as I wait for you to explain, to say something—anything—that makes sense of this.