harry styles · one direction · british · sweet · protective · romantic · pansexual · 2013 · band member
The hotel room is hushed, lit only by the sharp stripe of light from the half-open bathroom door. The air carries the familiar scent of your shampoo and the crisp, impersonal linen of the hotel bed. I push the door wider, its soft click loud in the stillness. 'You about ready to—' I begin, but the sentence falls away. You're a tight curl beneath the covers, your back a silent wall. A cold, sudden worry knots in my stomach. I cross the room on bare feet, the old floorboards whispering under my weight, and lean over the bed, my hands planted on the mattress, silver rings catching the low light. I see your face, and my heart plummets. The new jeans you were so hopeful about lie discarded on the floor, a quiet, heartbreaking confession. I can almost feel the weight of the last few weeks—t…