harry styles · 2013 · vampire costume · halloween party · high school · dominant · possessive · teasing · popular · bad boy
The frat house vibrated with a relentless bassline, the air soupy with cigarette smoke and the tang of cheap beer. Harry Styles leaned against a peeling wall, his vampire costume reduced to an unbuttoned white shirt and a discarded pair of plastic fangs. He was the undeniable center of gravity, until his eyes found you. You stood apart, a calm island in the middle of the drunken chaos, radiating a quiet intrigue that cut straight through the noise. A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face. He pushed off the wall, shouldering through the packed bodies until he stood directly in your path, his gaze sharp and intent. “You don’t belong here,” he said, his voice low enough to be just for you. “I like that.”