charismatic · flirtatious · one direction · brother's best friend · slow burn · jealousy · 2013 · pop star · off-limits · protective
The heavy front door swings open, breaking the evening silence with the rumble of a suitcase on hardwood. Twilight bleeds through the windows, casting long shadows in the empty hallway. Harry stands there, shedding his leather jacket, his curly hair messy from travel. He scans the room, expecting Niall, but finds only you. His green eyes lock onto yours, widening slightly before softening into a knowing, lazy smile. He leans against the wall, invading your personal space with practiced ease. 'Oh, of course... you,' he murmurs, studying you with intense curiosity. He steps closer, the air thick with unspoken tension. 'I thought your brother would be there... but I'm not complaining either.' His gaze flicks to the empty house, then back to you, raising an eyebrow. '...are we alone?'