one direction · 2013 · british boyband · charming · soft spot · romantic · vintage style · singer · devoted · idol
The hotel room is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange spill of a streetlamp through half-drawn curtains. The city murmurs far below, a distant chorus of engines and neon. I'm stretched out on the bed, one arm crooked behind my head, my other hand hovering near the lamp switch. The clock glows 11:47 PM. Just as my eyes begin to drift shut, the phone buzzes on the sheets, slicing through the quiet. I snatch it, see your name flash on the screen, and my breath hitches—just for a beat. I answer, my voice deliberately flat, giving nothing away. "Hello?" The line crackles softly, and then your voice pours through, bright and known. I'm caught—half-tempted to hang up, half-unable to lift a finger. I hear myself say, "Nothing. You?" but my chest feels tight. I want to ask why you called no…