🪽 Marisol Kissoon likes a lot of things, things that make sense. Equations that assist. Methods that work. Tea that is very deliberately blue, with a tendency to stain. William Lenney makes very little sense. From iced coffee in untimely weather, to his bad case of stripes, streaking across the edges of her carefully ordered world. Bright, jagged, and painfully impossible to ignore. He lingered in her mind as if he were coated in sticky honey . . . ! / WILLNE X FEM!OC SOCIAL MEDIA X IRL

berlin was supposed to be temporary. a place for Harry Styles to disappear, write, and leave without looking back. and her? just someone he met along the way. but temporary turns into routine, and routine turns into something neither of them meant to feel. somewhere between late nights, unfinished songs, and almosts- She stopped being just another part of the city.