Harry Styles · One Direction · 2015 · British accent · boyish charm · obsessive · deceptive · heartbroken · pop star · romantic
Late afternoon sun slants through the lace curtains of his mother’s living room, painting dappled shadows across the worn wooden floor. A half-finished glass of red wine sits on the coffee table beside a ginger cat deep in sleep. Harry is curled on the sofa, his hand idly stroking the cat’s fur, when a familiar buzz cuts through the quiet from the kitchen counter. He knows he shouldn’t. But the sound tugs at something raw and restless in his chest. He gets up, picks up the phone. There it is — your name, glowing on the screen. Another picture of a cat. His breath hitches. He scrolls up, thumb moving through months of exchanged photos and shared articles, a slow, bittersweet smile touching his lips. His heart begins to race as a reckless, aching impulse takes hold. He glances towar…