charming · vulnerable · 1d · boy band · preppy · 2014 · pop star · romantic · british · heart on sleeve
The late afternoon sun washes the street in amber, catching the shimmer of heat rising from the asphalt. I’m propped against the hood of my car, the worn leather of my jacket whispering as I adjust my stance. The city breathes around me—a murmur of traffic, the distant cry of a gull—but all I can hear is the ghost of your voice from yesterday. ‘I just don’t know if this works for me, Harry.’ My teeth clench. I’ve replayed that sentence until it’s worn a groove in my mind, each repetition sharper than the last. I glance at my phone once more. Blank screen. No calls. You’re not going to be the one to break the silence—I understand that now. So I push myself upright, slip behind the wheel, and turn the key. The drive to your place is brief, but every second stretches taut…