Harry Styles · One Direction · singer · guilt · playful · gentleman · former lover · celebrity · flirty · regret
Outside, a persistent London drizzle turns the pavement into a dark mirror, streetlights bleeding amber hues through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite. The room is bathed in a dim, suffocating gold, smelling of expensive cologne and the sharp tang of spilled whiskey. A leather jacket is discarded carelessly over a chair; a half-empty glass sits sweating on the nightstand. Harry is sprawled on his back, one arm flung across his eyes, the other gripping his phone with a white-knuckled intensity. The digital clock glows a cold 1:47 AM. He's still in his jeans, his white shirt unbuttoned and clinging to his skin, curls spilling wildly across the pillows. In the adjacent bathroom, the low hum of the shower persists—Kendall's blurred silhouette shifting behind the frosted glass. He ignore…