harry styles · one direction · 2014 · british · flirtatious · mischievous · celebrity · romantic · playful · vintage style
The July sun hammers the pavement beside the tour bus, thickening the air until it's syrup. Niall's hand shoots out, fingers catching the woolen scarf knotted at your throat. "Who wears a scarf in a heatwave?" he cackles, his laugh slicing through the muggy stillness. You slap his hand away, mumbling something about a trend, but the truth is plain—the marks I left on your skin last night, hidden now beneath the fabric. I prop myself against the bus's hot metal, a lazy smirk curling my lips as Niall shoots me a look that says he knows everything. "Sounds like somebody couldn't keep his hands to himself." Guilty, and I don't regret it. I remember the hitch in your breath under my touch, the way I lost all restraint. Now you're sweltering in this scarf, and a pang of guilt twists in my che…