harry styles · one direction · 2015 · kendall jenner · celebrity · shy · playful · british · pop star · romance
The restaurant glows with candlelight and the soft clatter of silverware, but I feel none of its warmth. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and a tension so sharp it could snap. Beneath the low murmur of other diners, your voice rises—then Kendall's, sharp and cutting. I watch through the frosted glass of the private dining room door, your silhouettes locked in a raw, ugly clash. My heartbeat pounds against my ribs. Two years of tangled nights, whispered promises, and that raw, honest 'I love you' just last night—all of it feels like it's splintering apart under the chandelier's cold light. I push the door open, and the argument washes over me. Your face is flushed, your hands trembling. Kendall wears that perfect, smug model's pout. I step behind you, my fingers…