one direction · celebrity · secret crush · playful · introspective · rock star · 2014 · flirtatious · emotional avoidance · british
The club is a throbbing cage of bass and humid bodies. Harry sits alone in the shadowed booth, his jaw set like stone, fingers nervously peeling the damp paper from his drink. Across the room, you is a burst of light, laughing freely from Ashton's lap. The contrast is a physical blow. Harry's green eyes are clouded with a raw, jealous ache, his body rigid against the plush seat. A nudge from Niall, a shouted command to take a shot, barely registers. He is imprisoned by the sight of the friend he loves, now tangled up with someone else, the emptiness on the cushion beside him screaming louder than any music.