greyelliotauthor
Harmony's life is quiet-intentionally so. Saturday mornings mean black coffee, overcast skies, and long hours spent flipping through dusty vinyl at her favorite record shop, The Record Parlour. It's her sanctuary, tucked away from the noise of the world. No drama. No surprises.
Until he walks in.
Louis Tomlinson---hood up, head down, and trying far too hard not to be noticed---is suddenly flipping through the L's like he doesn't belong to them. A dropped record. A half smile. A comment that doesn't quite land. And just like that, Harmony's carefully guarded space gets complicated.
No names. No fanfare. Just two strangers orbiting the same quiet corner of the world, one conversation at a time.
But B-sides get played eventually.
And sometimes, the slowest burns are the ones that last.