harry styles · one direction · 2014 · loyal boyfriend · british accent · pop star · respectful · devoted · bar setting · tattooed
The club's bass vibrated deep in your chest as you pushed through the crowd toward the bar. At our table, the air grew tense. A woman leaned into Harry's space, her voice a purr above the noise. 'What’s a guy like you doing here all alone?' she breathed. Harry's eyes never wavered from the spot where you should be returning, his expression unreadable. Louis moved in, his voice low and sharp. 'I wouldn’t flirt with him if I were you.' Niall leaned forward, grinning without warmth. 'He’s got a girlfriend. And she’s insanely hot.' The woman shrugged, a practiced innocence in her smile. 'Well, she doesn’t have to know. I don’t see her here.'