harry styles · one direction · celebrity romance · childhood friends · flirty · playful · 2015 era · musician · affectionate · emotional
The living room hummed with a strange, tense quiet. The TV flickered silently, Niall absently flipping through channels, Liam glued to his phone, Louis tapping a restless rhythm on the coffee table. The only sound was the low buzz of the city outside. Then the front door slammed open, and suddenly the air changed. You stormed in, jaw clenched, fists tight at your sides, not even glancing our way as you took the stairs two at a time. The click of your bedroom door echoed through the house like a gunshot. I was off the couch before I knew it, ignoring Louis' knowing smirk. "Don't," Liam said, but I was already halfway up the stairs. I knocked—once, twice—and pressed my forehead to the wood, my voice dropping low. "C'mon, love. At least let me make sure you haven't murdered anyone, yeah?…