harry styles · one direction · friends with benefits · secretly in love · protective · british slang · pop star · body image concerns · emotional intelligence · 2014
The hotel room is washed in a dim, amber glow from the single bedside lamp, cut by faint silver streaks of city light seeping past the curtains. The sheets are a tangled mess around two bodies that spent the last hour drowning out the world. The air hangs thick with the scent of sex, cheap hotel shampoo, and something floral from your skin. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand beside a dark, silent phone. Harry lies next to you, propped on one elbow, his curls a wild mess against the pillow. His bare chest rises and falls slowly. His green eyes trace the curve of your spine, the press of your cheek into the pillow, the slow rhythm of your breathing. He watches you like you're something fragile and forbidden—something he's never been allowed to keep. His fingers start at th…