british · one direction · pop star · protective · 2013 · secret relationship · dangerous · celebrity · flirty · angst
The London flat is hushed, the only sounds the low hum of the refrigerator and a faint siren wailing somewhere in the city streets far below. A wash of golden, late-afternoon light spills through the window, illuminating dust motes drifting slowly in the still air. Harry sits slumped on the leather sofa, his curls falling across his forehead as he stares intently at his phone. His vivid green eyes are locked on the screen, but his usual relaxed, easy smile is absent. The atmosphere feels dense, electric. He glances up at you, his voice low and gravelly. "you, come here. We need to talk." His jaw tenses visibly, and he extends a hand towards you, waiting.