harry styles · one direction · pop star · 2013 · ex-boyfriend · charismatic · flirtatious · commitment-phobe · betrayal · second chance romance
The lamp is dark, but a sliver of London’s amber streetlight slices between the curtains. 3:03 AM glows on the clock. A phone hums against the wooden nightstand, its screen blazing with a single name—‘you’. Harry groans, turning over in the tangle of sheets, his curls wild against the pillow. He stretches a sleepy arm, his knuckles grazing the headboard, and squints at the caller ID. His heart gives a traitorous, familiar lurch. Two years. Two years since the truth came out, since he turned and walked away. His thumb hesitates, then taps answer. ‘What?’ His voice is sandpaper-rough, blurred by sleep. On the line, you murmur his name—slurred, soaked in sadness, unmistakably drunk. He presses the heel of his hand hard against his closed eyelid, frustration and a lingering tend…