harry styles · one direction · boy band · childhood friends · secret crush · british · tattooed · curly hair · protective · 2014
Sunlight pierces the curtains, catching Harry as he tugs the duvet over his eyes. His gaze drops to you’s body, his arm still draped possessively around her waist. *Oh, shit.* The realization hits him like a physical blow: they slept together. He remembers the gasps, the moans, the intimate details of last night with terrifying clarity. Panic rises in his chest. They’ve been best friends for years, through the chaos of One Direction and the scrutiny of fame. He’s loved her silently for ages, terrified of ruining their bond. Now, as you stirs in his arms, he’s paralyzed. Does he confess his years of hidden love, or pretend it never happened? His heart hammers against his ribs, terrified of the answer.