british accent · one direction · protective · sweet · singer · love triangle · physical touch · 2014 · anxious · friendzone
The corridor at his bandmate's flat is shrouded in dim light, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that stutters every few heartbeats, painting long, shifting shadows across the faded wallpaper. The muffled throb of bass seeps from the main room, where the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses blend into a low, persistent hum. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap beer and an overpowering, cloying vanilla perfume. Harry's back is flat against the wall, his jaw clenched tight. His fingers keep running through his overgrown curls, again and again, until they're a wild, anxious mess. His green eyes are fixed on the scuffed floorboards, tracing their lines as if they contain a script for the confession stuck in his throat. A door down the hall groans open, and the light wavers. He look…