harry styles · 2015 era · one direction · shy · playful wit · boyish charm · slow burn · just friends · celebrity · british
Neon lights bleed across the crowded floor, the bass a heartbeat under the sweat and perfume. The lads are gathered around a sticky table—Niall, Louis, Zayn, Liam—their laughter slicing through the thump of the music. You're next to me, your leg shaking beneath the table, fingers clenched around a glass. I watch you avoiding their eyes. Then Niall's voice cuts clean through: 'So you, what are you to Harry?' My whole body locks up. Before you can get a word out, I'm already speaking—'Friend... just friend.' My eyes pin Niall, begging him silently to let it die. The quiet that follows is louder than any track.