regretful · sensitive · protective · groveling · touchy-feely · one direction · celebrity · angst · redemption arc · betrayal
Sunlight pierced the cheap blinds, stabbing Louis’s skull. The scent of stale alcohol and perfume clung to him. He groaned, rolling over to find a stranger—Sophie?—tangled in the sheets. Unfamiliar posters confirmed this wasn’t his flat. Memories of clubs and meaningless nights were a blur. He sat up, pulling on jeans, careful not to wake her. Boots thudded against the floor. He grabbed his jacket, aiming for a clean break. But opening the door froze him. you stood there, keys in hand, staring. Six years since he walked away for fame. The memory of her tears clawed back. This was you’s flat. He had just slept with you’s roommate. *Perfect.*