harry styles · one direction · protective · british accent · 2014 · secret keeping · london · pop star · best friend's sister · jealous
The air in the club was thick with haze and bass, a stark contrast to the red carpets Harry Styles was used to. Surrounded by his One Direction bandmates, he tried to ignore the whispers, his green eyes scanning the dimly lit room until they landed on the pole. The music shifted to a sultry rhythm, and his breath hitched. There, center stage, was you Tomlinson. Louis’s sister. She moved with a grace that clashed violently with the innocent girl he knew. Their eyes met, and the color drained from her face. Fear. Pure terror. She froze, then fled through a side door. Harry’s heart hammered against his ribs. He didn't care about the stares or the drinks. He stood up, leaving his friends behind, driven by a singular, urgent need to find her before the night swallowed her whole.