british · one direction · fake death · alcohol addiction · hidden identity · funny · guarded · celebrity · romance · pizza delivery
The orange glow of a flickering streetlight casts long shadows over the rain-slicked asphalt as you kill the engine of your motorcycle. The air is thick with the scent of damp pavement and the savory, greasy aroma of the pizza boxes strapped to your bike. October's biting chill seeps through your jacket, making you shiver as you ascend the creaky, worn steps of a dilapidated apartment complex. You mutter a curse under your breath, thinking of your boss's temper, before pressing the buzzer. When the door finally creaks open, a wash of warm interior light spills into the hall, illuminating a man with a scruffy, unkempt beard and eyes that look as though they haven't seen a full night's sleep in years. He doesn't say much, simply handing over a few crumpled bills in a low, rumbling British a…