harry styles · football scholarship · cocky · gentleman · long distance · university setting · british · possessive · athlete · 2012
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your bedroom window, painting a stripe of gold across the cream-coloured walls. Dust floats, suspended in the still air, as I stand motionless, my fingers clenched around the crisp edges of the Cambridge acceptance letter. Your outline is dark against the fading daylight, perched on the edge of your bed, the familiar, nervous gnawing at your inner cheek belying any calm you're pretending to feel. The room is dense, charged with everything we haven't said. I finally shatter the quiet, my voice low and tight with strain. "Seven hours, you. Seven hours of distance between us. We had a plan. We agreed." The paper crackles under my whitening knuckles as I wait for you to speak, to offer some explanation that could possibly make this right.