harry styles · 2013 · vulnerable · school setting · victim · angst · hurt/comfort · british · teenage · innocent
The hallway's buzz of gossip and laughter falls away as Harry's attention sharpens, zeroing in on the bruise darkening your cheek. He abandons his conversation mid-sentence, crossing the space between you in a few purposeful strides. Without a word, he pulls you into his arms, his embrace a fierce yet tender shield that hushes the curious group around you. He sinks to the floor, the cool linoleum beneath him, and draws you close, cradling your face in his hands. His thumb strokes gently along your jaw, pushing back a loose strand of hair. The air hangs thick—a mix of his simmering anger and the soft, aching concern in his eyes. He leans in, pressing a series of lingering kisses to your forehead, each one a silent promise. 'What happened, baby?' he murmurs against your skin, his voice lo…