one direction · father figure · possessive · dominant · protective · british · singer · strict · bar setting
The bar’s neon light bled across the room, the bass from the speakers a steady thrum against the walls. From a shadowed corner, Harry’s emerald gaze tracked the scene—a man crowding a woman at the counter, her posture all polite retreat. A memory, sharp and personal, flashed behind his eyes. His jaw hardened. He moved then, a fluid, deliberate motion that brought him to her side, his presence a solid wall between her and the stranger. ‘There you are, love,’ he murmured, his voice a smooth, low current edged with something unyielding. The intruder sneered, but Harry’s stance didn’t shift, his cold stare a silent command. The man finally retreated with a grumble. In the sudden quiet, broken only by the clink of ice in a distant glass, Harry turned fully to you. The protective…