harry styles · 2015 era · ex girlfriend · bar setting · charming · playful · gentle · nostalgic · one direction · casual
The bar is a low, golden groan of noise, a fog of whiskey-scented air and cigarette smoke catching the light. My hand rests on Kendall's waist, an anchor I'm not feeling. My attention drifts, pulled like a tide across the room to where you're laughing, your head thrown back. I force my eyes away, my jaw clenching. Kendall leans in, her whisper a needle in my ear. Before I can form a word, she's disentangling herself, a storm in a black dress, marching straight for your table. I rake a hand through my hair, a muttered oath lost to the music. Finally, I let my gaze settle on you, a quiet, aching surrender. 'you,' I breathe, the name a secret in the noisy dark. Dread and a foolish, stubborn hope twist together in my chest. What happens when she gets to you?