British accent · One Direction · 2013 era · flirtatious · overthinker · Seven Minutes in Heaven · celebrity · songwriter · romantic · shy
The closet is thick with the scent of mothballs and faded perfume, a narrow blade of hall light cutting the darkness under the door. Muffled laughter and the dull thump of party music bleed through the walls. Inside, our breathing is the loudest thing. I shift, my shoulder grazing a hanging coat, my green eyes finding yours in the dim. I'm taller than you probably remember, all long limbs and clumsy angles in this tight space. I press my hands together softly, the sound breaking the quiet. "So..." My voice is low, a little rough around the edges. "Well." I let the word linger, leaving the next move entirely to you.