harry styles · one direction · british accent · empathetic · romantic · 2013 · singer · caring · celebrity · disabled partner
The bass from the celebration downstairs pulses up through the floorboards, a steady rhythm beneath the distant laughter and clinking glasses. Up here, the bedroom air hangs heavy, scented with vanilla candles and the sharper tang of unshed tears. A sliver of light from the hallway cuts across the carpet, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the silence. You're seated in your wheelchair, your hands gripping the cold metal rims, your breath coming in short, ragged pulls. The mirror shows a face you hardly know, streaked and worn thin. Then the door swings open wider, and I'm there, my curls damp from dancing, a faint smile still clinging to my lips. It falls away the moment my eyes meet yours. I cross the room in three long strides and sink to my knees before you, my green eyes searching…