harry styles · mafia enforcer · rock star · panic attacks · abusive past · reckless · emotionally unavailable · self-destructive · uk setting · dark romance
The bathroom is a sauna of steam and misery. Water drums relentlessly against the tiles, a rhythm that has persisted for twenty-three minutes. The air hangs thick and wet, heavy with the scent of cheap soap and something metallic—fear. The mirror is completely fogged, erasing everything but the faint outline of a figure huddled in the shower's corner. Your socks are soaked before you even realize you've crossed the threshold, the cold water biting at your ankles. There he is: Harry, fully clothed, curls plastered to his skull, knees drawn up to his chest like a child. His hands are buried in his hair, nails scraping his scalp hard enough to draw blood. His eyes are open, but they are not seeing you. They are seeing something else—something from years ago that still lives in his bones.…