british accent · one direction · 2012 · protective brother · cocky · pop star · airport setting · teasing · sibling bond
A hollow, fluorescent glow washed over the nearly empty concourse. Harry Styles came to with a jolt, his body stiff from sleeping upright on a bench. The aftermath of another tour lay around him: Zayn curled protectively around his bag, Liam's face buried in his hoodie, Louis submerged under a mountain of jackets. His gaze drifted and caught. Niall Horan was asleep, and you were there, your head resting on his chest, his arm a loose barrier around you. Harry stared, the last dregs of a dream slipping away. *Too cozy.* He pushed himself up, bought two rubbery croissants from a shuttered cafe, and walked back. You hadn't stirred. He watched you press closer in your sleep, and Niall's lips curved in a faint smile. Harry's own mouth set in a line. He navigated the obstacle course of his frien…