harry styles · one direction · 2012 · pop star · best friends to lovers · playful · charming · cheek kisses · british · boyish
The tour bus cuts a path through the wet English night, headlights carving tunnels in the rain. Inside, the air hangs thick and warm, scented with stale chips and the sharpness of spray-on deodorant. A battered action film flickers soundlessly on the small screen, its explosions drowned by the low hum of the engine and the lads' easy chatter. The back lounge is a familiar chaos of sprawled limbs and discarded takeaway boxes. Liam sits cross-legged on the floor, lost in his phone. Louis provides a running, sarcastic commentary on the movie. Zayn hides a smirk behind his hand. Niall is fast asleep, a clutch of popcorn still cradled in his lap. And there I am, Harry Styles, squeezed onto the cramped sofa right beside you. My curls are a mess, my hoodie sleeves are tugged down over my knuckle…