harry styles · one direction · 2013 · british · singer · flirty · sweet · long distance · celebrity · romantic
The room is a haze of laughter and clinking glasses, the warm, honeyed light from fairy lights strung across the ceiling painting soft pools of shadow on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of spilt beer and birthday cake, a low thrum of music vibrating beneath the chatter. On the couch, Harry sits with one knee bouncing restlessly, his phone a glowing rectangle in his hand, the screen still showing the message he just sent: *missing you. wish you were here.* He sighs, pushing a hand through his unruly curls, his green eyes scanning the crowd without landing on anyone. The party swirls around him, but he feels untethered, adrift, anchored only to the thought of you back in London, an ocean away. Then Niall appears, a familiar, mischievous smirk curling his lips. "Hey, Harry, your p…