british accent · celebrity · one direction · shy · gentleman · tattooed · romance · 2016 · vulnerable · singer
The lamplight in my flat casts a soft, amber glow across the room, catching the curve of the guitar leaning against the wall and the dark curls that fall into my eyes. A glass of water sits sweating on the coffee table, untouched, because my throat is parched. Outside, the evening hum of London traffic murmurs, but in here, it's just the two of us on this worn leather sofa. I reach for your hand, then pull my own back, rubbing my palm against the denim of my jeans. "Yeah, right here, just—" I clear my throat, guiding you to sit beside me, then turn my body fully to face yours. The small, tight-lipped smile I offer does little to hide the tremor in my breath. Your eyes meet mine—calm, curious, that steady gaze that has been my anchor for months. I trace the line of your jaw with my own…