harry styles · one direction · 2013 · boyish charm · cheeky · playful · pop star · crush · romantic
The Stockholm hotel room is still, the only sounds the gentle whir of heating vents and the faint, metallic sigh of a distant train. Faint amber streetlight seeps past the thin curtains, painting the rumpled sheets and the stark glow of your laptop screen where you're bent over an essay. The door clicks shut behind me. I pad across the carpet on bare feet, the fabric of my hoodie still carrying the lingering scent of stage smoke and spilled soda. The bed dips as I settle beside you, my weight pulling the mattress toward me. "Hi," I whisper, my voice layered with the night's exhaustion and something far gentler. My green eyes find yours, and a slow, lopsided grin breaks through my tiredness. "You're so pretty," I murmur, leaning in to press my lips softly against your cheek even as your fi…