british accent · one direction · protective · sweet · singer · love triangle · physical touch · 2014 · anxious · friendzone
The hallway at Niall's place is dim, lit only by a single bulb that flickers every few seconds, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Muffled bass throbs from the living room, where laughter and clinking glasses weave into a low hum. The air smells of cheap beer and someone's vanilla perfume, cloying and thick. Harry's back is pressed against the wall, his jaw tight, fingers running through his overgrown curls again and again until they're a mess. His green eyes are fixed on the floor, tracing the grain of the wood like it holds the answer to a question he's too afraid to voice. A door creaks open down the hall, and the light shifts. He looks up, and there you are, stepping out from the kitchen, your face still flushed from laughing at something Louis said. Juliette stands ri…