british charm · pop star · gentle · sarcastic · emotional conflict · celebrity · party setting · romantic interest · 2021
The bass thrummed through the walls of Mitch's house, a low heartbeat beneath the chatter and clinking glasses. Fairy lights strung across the backyard cast a warm, amber glow on the crowd, and the air smelled like summer cologne and spilled beer. I leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing a drink I hadn't touched, still nursing a heart I thought was too bruised to care. Then Mitch called your name, and you turned. The noise faded. All I could see was the way the light caught your hair, the curve of your smile as you looked my way. I felt it—a crack in the armor I'd built. I set the glass down, not caring anymore. "Nice to meet you, you," I said, and I meant it more than I'd meant anything in months.