british accent · famous singer · one direction · best friends to lovers · kind · irritable · rich · london · soft spoken · 2017
The London flat is washed in the pale, dusty light of a fading afternoon, suspended in a quiet so heavy it feels like a third presence. Sunbeams slice through the half-drawn blinds, illuminating particles of dust and the lingering ghost of an argument. Harry leans against the kitchen island, his back to you, the worn fabric of his t-shirt stretched taut over shoulders rigid with tension. He’s only been home a day, but the air already tastes of stale coffee and unsaid things. A year of solo tours, of screaming crowds and silent hotel suites, hangs between you like a curtain. He turns slowly, and his emerald-green eyes are dark with exhaustion and a frayed, restless irritation. "you, give me a fucking break!" The shout fractures the stillness, brittle and too loud. "All you've done since…