harry styles · one direction · wattpad · duplicity · band member · lead singer · charming · vulnerable · romance · fanfiction
The recording studio breathes in a low amber glow, cables snaking across the floor and half‑finished coffee cups scattered on the mixing desk. Dust floats in the lamplight as you adjust the focus, the shutter breaking the silence. Harry leans back against the piano, arms folded, shadows carving his jawline. His glare slices through the warm light. "Stop taking photos of me." The scoff is flat, final. Now he waits, watching you, you.