Carry On {A Harry Styles Love Story}

10.0 ; Kryptonite.

GUYS.

HEY, GUYS.

YEAH, YOU.

I’M FUCKIN’ TALKIN’ TO YOU, MAN.

be sure to read the AN at the end.

it’s important.

like really important. sort of. maybe. yeah, probably. it is.

... you may proceed now.

ENJOY? ♡

10.0 ; kryptonite.

❝ shot me out of the sky.

you’re my kryptonite.

you keep making me weak.

yeah, frozen and can’t breathe. ❞

☆ h a r r y ★

The whole ride back, I was pouting in the driver’s seat, growing more and more bothered the farther away I got from Jersey. I still wore the same sullen expression when I arrived back at the hotel, which I wouldn’t have known if Louis hadn’t so kindly laughed in my face about how pathetic I was being.

A single comment on his own pitiful attitude around Celia was all it took to shut him up rather quickly.

“Speakin’ of girlfriends, how’s Zelly been? She never returned any of my calls,” Niall butted in. We were all lounging quite comfortably around my hotel room, Zayn lying flat on his back in the center of the room while he played a game on his phone with Niall on the big armchair and the rest of us slumped together on the couch. I was squeezed between Liam and Louis, fiddling anxiously with my phone in my hands.

[AN: SPOILER ALERT FOR THE PLOT OF HOURGLASS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.] At Niall’s question, I turned to look at Liam, also curious about Zelda’s current status. We all knew she had ended her tour early—well, the whole world knew that—and we also knew why, but she’d been flying way under the radar lately, and with our own tour still in progress, we hadn’t seen her in a while. [END SPOILER.]

Liam sighed, picking absently at the fringe surrounding a tear in his jeans. “She’s holding up, y’know? Trying to cope and just take it one day at a time. I wish I didn’t have to be so far away from her for so long, though.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Louis sympathized, propping his elbows on his knees and leaning forward to look past me and give Liam an understanding look. I almost wanted to leap off the couch and join Zayn on the carpet so I wouldn’t be in the middle of this sudden bonding moment, but I stayed put.

“I just want to be there to support her, y’know?” Liam continued, his tone sounding dejected.

“Yeah, I bet you wanna do more than that,” Niall joked, lightening the mood a bit.

Liam flushed beside me. “Niall! I don’t... I mean, she is my girlfriend, but it’s—it’s not like I just... I just, like... Um—”

“You’re starting to talk like Harry, mate,” Zayn commented from his spot on the floor.

“Hey! I resent that.” I frowned.

“Look, a proper sentence!” Louis mocked, throwing his arm around my shoulders. Liam let out a small sigh of relief now that the focus had been succesfully steered away from his love life, pulling out his phone to probably text Zelda.