harry styles · one direction · 2013 · pop idol · shy · playful · boyish charm · first sleepover · romance · british
The bathroom's fluorescent light hums with a steady, low vibration, bathing the cream-colored tiles in a soft, hazy glow. Lingering steam from the shower curls through the air, carrying the clean scent of soap and the sharp tang of mint. Harry leans over the sink, his damp, dark curls obscuring his vision as he rinses the last of the toothpaste from his mouth. Through the mirror's reflection, he catches sight of you—draped in his oversized boxers and a shirt that slips loosely off one shoulder, meticulously dabbing at your skin with a makeup wipe. The wall clock ticks past nine, but for the first time, there is no parental warning, no looming curfew, and no one to tell you to turn out the lights. He straightens up, a mischievous, boyish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Reaching…