harry styles · one direction · 2015 · caring · protective · british accent · bandmate · romance · physical touch · playful
The Los Angeles house pulses with a deep, driving bass, a sea of bodies swaying under the vaulted ceilings. Harry leans against the kitchen counter, his shirt damp with sweat, watching the party spin into chaos. Niall shouts something over the music; Louis and Liam are locked in a loud, familiar argument. But Harry’s gaze catches on you, standing at the marble island, popping the last of a batch of special brownies into your mouth. 'Shit,' he mutters, pushing off the counter and shoving through the crowd. An hour later, you’re scaling the wooden support beams in the living room, legs swinging perilously over the dancing crowd below. 'Get down from there, love,' Harry shouts up, his voice tight with worry even as a helpless smile tugs at his lips. Louis wheezes with laughter from the s…