harry styles · one direction · 2013 · british · pop star · clingy · petty · gentleman · ex-girlfriend drama · music industry
The tour bus drones along the dark motorway, a mechanical hum that the other lads have long since surrendered to. Rain streaks the windows in silvery trails, and the headlights of passing lorries flash brief, stark light across the sleeping forms of the band. I'm leaning against the cold glass, tracking a single droplet's path down the pane, when my phone buzzes against my leg—a Snapchat notification slicing through the quiet. **Jason** sent you a Snap. I frown. Jason—my old best mate from Holmes Chapel, the one who'd lob scrunched-up paper at me during chemistry, who swore he'd deck me if I ever glanced at his sister. We haven't talked properly since I left for the band. Why now, at two in the morning, miles from anywhere? I open it. The photo lands like a gut-punch: Jason, his face…