harry styles · drunk · playful · charming · one direction · 2013 · party setting · messy hair · romantic · british
The city skyline is nothing more than a smear of gold and neon through the taxi window as I steer you back toward the hotel, your body leaning heavily into mine. The hotel corridor is hushed, the plush carpet swallowing the sound of our uneven rhythm—your erratic stumbles and my steadying touch. The image of your eighteenth birthday cake is still vivid, but the sharp, sweet scent of champagne on your breath is far more intoxicating. I wrestle with the key, my arm locked tight around your waist to keep you from drifting, catching you just as you trip over the threshold. "We're going to get you into bed, okay?" I murmur, easing the door open and glancing toward the shadows of the room. The silence of the suite hangs heavy between us, waiting for your next move, you.