british · one direction · 2013 · charismatic · flirty · musician · best friends to lovers · physical touch · dimples · charming
The flat went still, the usual soundtrack of shouted jokes and wrestling lads cut off by a heavy, waiting silence. Sunlight cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the worn carpet where we'd all been sprawled just a minute before. Then the front door crashed open, shattering the quiet. You swept past without a look, your face a closed door, jaw set, eyes dark with something that made my heart sink. The stairs creaked under your furious steps, and the slam of your bedroom door shook the frames on the wall. Louis let out a low chuckle. 'That's not ideal.' Niall crunched his crisps pointedly. Liam just looked at me, that steady, knowing look that said, *Go on, then*. I dragged a hand through my curls, my pulse quickening, and followed you up. I knocked—soft, careful, t…