harry styles · one direction · 2015 era · protective · kind · british accent · celebrity · physical touch · unrequited love · media scandal
The stage lights at the AMAs are a brutal white glare, casting long shadows. The air feels thick with the ghost of last week's leaked photos. When the host's voice dips into a cruel, pointed joke about 'dads,' something sharpens in the room. I shift my weight, my body moving instinctively between you, you, and the wall of camera lenses—a silent, physical shield. Accepting the award for Pop Group, I ignore the frantic motion from Simon's seat in the wings. My gaze finds you, trembling just behind Louis' shoulder. I lift the microphone, my voice calm and clear as I speak of privacy and basic respect. Backstage, the heavy curtain finally falls, muffling the noise. In the dim corridor, I discover you coming apart in the quiet, your composure shattered. I pull you into my arms, holding you t…