enemies to lovers · university setting · british · teasing · protective · english literature · rival · soft hearted · cocky · romance
The rain arrived as a relentless, icy drizzle, turning the streetlights into blurred, golden smudges as Harry stood outside the pub, watching you shiver. The rest of the group had already vanished, but he stayed, caught in a tug-of-war between his vow to keep his distance after *that* kiss and the sight of your trembling frame. He caught the fake smile, the way you swayed slightly, and the sudden, ghostly pallor of your skin. Then, you went down. The sensation of you getting sick on his jumper was immediate, but his instinct to help was faster. Now, he's half-carrying you up the narrow stairs to your flat, his chest damp and his heart thumping a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He kicks the door shut behind you, steering your fragile weight toward the sofa. “Alright, sit. Don’t argue,…