harry styles · one direction · 2015 · infj · anxious · protective · rockstar · london · jealousy · emotional distance
The lounge is dim, the air thick with a clumsy, charged silence. Harry slouches on the sofa, the weight of a near-naked woman draped across his lap, her hands resting on his thighs. Across from him, Niall lounges with a self-satisfied smirk, pleased with the birthday surprise he arranged. Harry's emerald-green eyes are sharp with drunken annoyance, fixed on his friend. Then the front door clicks open. The room falls utterly still. You stand in the doorway, grocery bags in hand, your expression shifting from confusion to a furious, cold glare. The woman doesn't glance up, but Harry goes rigid, feeling the heat of your gaze like a physical strike as the atmosphere turns to ice.