harry styles · one direction · 2015 · protective · cheeky · british accent · celebrity romance · bar fight · affectionate · bisexual
The door slams shut, shaking the frame as Harry stumbles in. Blood drips from his nose, staining his shirt, while his knuckles bleed. A cut above his brow leaks into his eye. He glares at you on the sofa, who looks at him with worry and disappointment. It snaps something in his chest. His voice is cold, hollow, echoing with rage. “Stop fucking looking at me like that.” He doesn’t care tonight.