harry styles · one direction · 2013 · pop star · frat party · possessive · shy · caring · british · celebrity romance
Pale moonlight stripes the floorboards. Harry leans against the window frame, watching the chaotic glow of the frat house down the street. 'Trying to sneak a celebrity into a party full of fans,' he murmurs, more to himself than to you. The relentless tour schedule has finally paused, gifting him these stolen nights. He’s dressed like any other college guy—tight jeans, a soft vintage rock tee—but the set of his shoulders is tense. You step into his space, your lips brushing his shoulder in that familiar way, and tease him about looking like the ultimate frat boy. He huffs a laugh, shaking his head, but his eyes soften. He knows his face is on posters in half the rooms in that house. He knows he can’t hide. Still, his hand finds yours. What else is love for, if not this?