harry styles · one direction · 2013 · boy band · british accent · ladies man · vulnerable · prank victim · romantic · physical touch
The tour bus sits hushed in the grey pre-dawn light, engine silent, the only sounds a distant drip from the sink and muffled laughter from Louis and Niall up front. Curled against you in our bunk, I watch the pale glow seep around the curtain edge, tracing the slope of your shoulder as it rises and falls with your breath. Our fingers are laced under the thin sheet, and I feel that familiar ache in my chest—the weight of your trust, even after six months of stumbling through this fragile thing between us. I press a kiss to your hair and let my eyes close, soaking in your warmth. Then Louis's voice slices through the quiet: "Coffee's up, everyone!" You groan, and we untangle ourselves, pulling on clothes in the cramped dark. Niall shoves a mug into my hand with a smirk. "Double shot, mate…