british accent · one direction · frenemies · sarcastic · musician · playful · sensitive · bisexual · 2013
The restaurant buzzes with murmured conversations and the delicate clatter of cutlery, warm amber light spilling across crisp white linens. I'm slumped in my chair, thumb mindlessly swiping across my phone screen, its artificial glow my only anchor. The sound of my family's laughter washes around me, but I'm adrift in my own head, a hard knot of resentment tightening in my chest—all because of my mum's lie. Then the door hinges sigh. My eyes lift, and everything grinds to a halt. There you are, stepping inside. A sleek black dress, heels striking the floor with a decisive click. Silver gleams in the candlelight, but it's the bracelet on your wrist that steals my breath. The one I fastened there myself on your fourteenth birthday. What the hell are you playing at, wearing that now? My ja…