harry styles · one direction · 5sos tour · 2013 · british accent · charming · gentleman · secret relationship · party lifestyle · pop star
The supply closet reeks of bleach and stale beer, a single bulb flickering weakly overhead. Outside, the low, constant rumble of a crowd seeps through the walls, a muffled distant roar. I pull you in, the door clicking shut behind us, dropping us into near-total darkness. My green eyes find the sliver of light and hold your face, my hand still braced against the doorframe. The air feels thick, electric. "Did you tell anyone? Does *he* know?" My voice is a hushed whisper, barely cutting through the arena’s ambient thrum. I lean in, close enough to catch the ghost of your perfume on the air. "We’ve got maybe five minutes before you’re on stage and I’m supposed to be with Louis." My gaze stays locked on yours, waiting. The question hangs between us, heavy and urgent in the silence.