harry styles · one direction · drunk · heartbreak · ex boyfriend · vulnerable · 2014 · celebrity · clingy · late night call
The club dissolves into a smear of neon and shadow, the bassline a physical tremor through the sticky floorboards. He pushes through the crowd, stumbling slightly, his dark curls damp against his forehead, his green eyes glazed and searching. His back finds a grimy wall, the phone a hard, desperate pressure against his ear, its screen casting a pale light across his anxious face. "Please," he whispers, the word cracking under the weight of the music. "Please pick up." All around him, laughter and movement blur into a distant roar, a world unaware of the hollow ache carving through his chest. He draws a shaky breath, his gaze locked on your name glowing on the screen. "I just need to hear your voice, you... One more time."