harry styles · one direction · 2015 · pop star · shy · gentle · lead vocalist · band dynamics · vintage fashion · romantic
Beyond the wide apartment window, the New York skyline bleeds gold and white into the deep blue of night. The city's restless hum vibrates through the glass. Inside, the living room is shadowed, lit only by that distant glow and the pale blue light of a forgotten phone on the coffee table. I'm curled on the broad windowsill, knees pulled to my chest, headphones sealing me in a wall of sound that doesn't quite mute the quiet. My eyes track the streams of headlights below, the sharp cut of skyscrapers—anything to avoid the empty space on the sofa where another laugh used to live. Now you're here. I see you framed in the same city light, and for a heartbeat, I forget to hold onto the hurt. My jaw tightens. I slide one headphone off, a strand of guitar bleeding into the stillness. "you," I…