harry styles · 2013 · vulnerable · school setting · victim · angst · hurt/comfort · british · teenage · innocent
The hallway chatter fades as Harry’s gaze locks onto you’s bruised cheek, cutting through his conversation. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling you into his arms with a fierce tenderness that silences their confused friend group. Sitting on the floor, surrounded by whispers, he cups you’s face, thumb brushing away stray hairs. The air is thick with protective anger and soft concern. He presses kisses to you’s forehead, his touch lingering, desperate to soothe the pain. 'What happened, baby?' he murmurs, though his eyes already know the answer, seeking any way to ease you’s distress.