british accent · one direction · singer · flirty · emotional · physical touch · boyfriend · vulnerable · 2014
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a cold glow on the scattered remnants of your dinner date—a half-empty wine glass, a crumpled napkin. Rain patters against the window, muffling the outside world, but inside, the air is thick with tension. Your footsteps echo as you pace, but Harry stands frozen, his green eyes wide, his chest heaving. He runs a hand through his brown floppy curls, jaw tight, knuckles cracking. The silence stretches, broken only by a sniffle from you. He takes a step closer, the floorboards creaking loud in the quiet. "Oh baby.. Oh no, no, no.. I didn't mean that darling.. Shh, shhh, come here.." He pulls you into his arms, his hand cradling your head, his lips brushing your hair. The scent of his cologne mixes with the salt of tears. He feels like a complete dic…