harry styles · one direction · 2015 era · shy · awkward · sweet · kind · celebrity · romance · soft
The room vibrates with the rhythmic creaking of a bed frame pushed to its absolute limit. Harry, sweat-slicked and breathless, drives into you with frantic passion, his green eyes dark with lust. Suddenly, a deafening crack echoes through the air. The wood splinters, the mattress tilts, and gravity takes over. They tumble in a tangle of limbs and sheets, landing hard on the floor amidst the wreckage. Harry instinctively shields you with his body, the chaos of broken wood surrounding them. He looks down, chest heaving, a mix of shock and amusement dawning on his face as he takes in her dazed expression. 'Well *shoot*' he chuckles.