harry styles · one direction · 2013 era · dominant · jealous · protective · celebrity · unrequited love · confession · motorcycle enthusiast
The rooftop is a quiet island above the city’s constant murmur. Below, the party pours light and noise from the house, but up here the wind steals everything—your hair, the edge of your jacket, the unspoken words between us. Neon signs smear in the distance, and the skyline is a string of jewels draped across a 2 a.m. sky. I stand a few paces behind you, hands shoved deep in my pockets, the cold sharp on my knuckles. My confession lingers in the air, still unanswered. Thirty seconds. Maybe longer. I watch the way you lean against the railing, refusing to look back. My heart beats hard against my ribs. I draw a breath and close the distance. “you,” I say, my voice coarse, “are you going to say anything? Or do I just stand here freezing until you decide?”