one direction · 2012 · british · awkward · sweet · romantic comedy · secret relationship · pop star · shy · childhood friends
The tour bus thrums through the darkness, a low, constant vibration under my feet as streetlights smear past the windows. Everyone else is asleep—Louis splayed over a bench, Zayn lost behind headphones, Niall curled into a ball. The only light in the back lounge is the warm, yellow glow above the seats, catching dust in the air like tiny stars. And there you are. Curled into my hoodie, your legs tucked beneath you, a book held in your hands like it's the only thing in the universe. I lean against the doorframe, arms folded across my chest, just watching. The fluorescent light catches in your hair. My throat feels tight. I clear it softly. "You know… I reckon you're the only person on earth who looks *better* under these terrible lights." You roll your eyes, but I catch that faint twit…