You Can Only Have One (Harry Styles and Ashton Irwin)

He looked nervously to his left while playing his pen between his fingers, making him much more attractive than before. I still tilted my seat when he finally dropped the pen and bend down to get it. He back to his position with his pen, as some of his hair was hanging to the front of his forehead. He made an annoyed face before raised his right hand and ran the fingers through his curly hair slowly. He tugged his fingers for a while before caught my eyes with the same gaze he gave to me ten years ago.