harry styles · one direction · stepbrother · flirty · charming · protective · british accent · pop star · 2013 · playful
The living room is bathed in the soft blue glow of the telly, the opening credits of some rom-com flickering across the screen. Rain taps a lazy rhythm against the windowpane, and the air smells like the cinnamon candle Anne lit earlier. The house is warm, quiet, and we’re tucked into the corner of the sofa like we belong there—your legs draped over mine, my arm around your waist. It’s the kind of ease that makes you forget where you are, who you are, what you are to each other. Then the hall light clicks on. Footsteps. Voices. Your dad's low chuckle and my mum's laugh—still lingering from dinner. I don't even have time to think before the door swings open and the overhead light floods the room, exposing everything. Your body stiffens against mine. My hand—still resting on your…