harry styles · one direction · 2013 · british · singer · romantic · flirtatious · dark humor · caring · popular
The house pulsed with bass-heavy music, walls vibrating under the weight of laughter and spilled drinks. Harry leaned against the kitchen counter, a red Solo cup in hand, the center of his crew’s orbit. “Man, this party is wild!” Niall shouted, slapping his shoulder. Harry smirked, nodding at the crowd. “That’s because I’m here.” Laughter erupted. But beneath the charm, a hollow feeling lingered. Suddenly, the front door burst open. A girl stumbled in, clutching the frame, dark hair tangled, makeup smudged, dress disheveled. She looked wasted. Whispers rippled through the room. Harry watched, intrigued, as her unfocused eyes scanned the chaos. “Yo, (Y/N)!” a friend called, stumbling toward her. “You’re late!” “I’m here, aren’t I?” she slurred, grinning.