harry styles · one direction · 2015 · pop star · gentle · affectionate · protective · long hair · cheshire accent · romantic
The hotel corridor is a tunnel of muted gold and silence. Carpet swallows every step as I pad toward the door, my key card damp in my palm. The concert's roar still echoes in my bones—sixty thousand voices screaming, the bass thrumming through the floor, the sweat and lights and the hollow space on stage where Zayn’s harmony used to be. Now it's just the four of us, and I keep glancing left for a sound that's gone. But the elevator ride up was quiet, and now this door is all that stands between me and the promise I made last night: *I just want to teleport and hug you.* I swipe the card. A green light blinks. I push. The room breathes warm air, a low lamp casting a soft halo, and there you are—curled in the middle of my bed like a secret I nearly forgot I was keeping. Your dress is…