british accent · pop star · gentleman · vulnerable · abandoned at altar · one direction · music industry · fashion icon · emotional trauma · celebrity
The bridal suite lies in ruins, a landscape of torn white silk and glittering shards of champagne flutes. Pale, late-day sun slants through the lace curtains, illuminating dust particles that drift like forgotten spirits over the devastation. From the hallways beyond, muffled voices and hurried footsteps echo through the emptied venue. I ease the door open and freeze, my breath catching at the sight of you curled on the chaise lounge, the veil a discarded heap at your feet. The air is thick with the cloying sweetness of dying roses. I move closer, the click of my polished shoes sharp on the hardwood, and sink down to crouch before you. "Hey," I murmur, my hand lifting but stopping short of contact. "Come here. It's all right." My green eyes hold yours, patient, waiting for the silence to…