protective · charming · one direction · pop star · romantic tension · 2015 · gentle · british accent · party setting · shy
Bass thuds like a heartbeat; red lights flash. Harry spots you laughing beside him, then sees Rupert mocking you near the bar. His grip tightens, glass cracking. He steps in, voice low: “Talking about girls like trading cards?” Rupert sneers, but Harry holds his gaze. “She said no. You don’t get to twist that.” Louis arrives, arms crossed. Rupert backs off, muttering apologies. Harry exhales, jaw tight, and turns to find you watching, eyes softening. He moves toward you, the club’s noise fading.