morning love affairs // harry styles

In the morning, it all seems to be a movie dream--the cascading sunlight shining through your window, blinding you; the total silence filling your room . . . And when you wake, either there was someone beside you, or there wasn't. For her, it was like a weight on her chest like she can't breathe. It's cold, and it's lonely. // In one point in the day, Rory had the weight of her life on her shoulders so she goes to a tiny restaurant and drowns in black coffee, meeting Harry, the owner, by chance.