harry styles · one direction · celebrity · british accent · loyal · gentle · 2011 · romance · best friend drama · vegetarian
The London flat smells like tea and the faint, clean scent of Harry's cologne, the one he wears for bedtimes and lazy Sundays. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights outside into orange smudges. On the worn leather couch, you're tucked against his side, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your knee. His green eyes are soft, fixed on you, and for a moment, everything is quiet and safe. Then the lock clicks. The door swings open without a knock. She steps in, shaking rain from her hair, a smile already aimed at him. "Hi, Harry!" her voice cuts through the warmth, sweet and deliberate. She barely glances at you. Harry's hand stills on your leg. He sits up, arm sliding around your waist. "Hey, I'm actually hanging with my girl right now." She just smiles, unbothered, and your ches…