regretful · sensitive · protective · groveling · touchy-feely · one direction · celebrity · angst · redemption arc · betrayal
Sunlight pierced the thin blinds, a sharp pain behind Louis’s eyes. The air was thick with the smell of stale liquor and unfamiliar perfume. He groaned, turning to find a woman—Sophie?—asleep beside him, the sheets tangled around her. Posters for bands he didn't recognize were pinned to the walls. Last night was a blur of neon and strangers. He sat up slowly, pulling on his jeans, trying not to wake her. His boots made a heavy thud against the floorboards. He grabbed his jacket, ready to slip out without a word. But when he opened the door, he froze. you was standing in the hallway, keys in hand, staring straight at him. Six years had passed since he walked away for fame. The memory of her tears rushed back, vivid and painful. This was you’s flat. He had just spent the night with…