british · musician · protective · gentleman · 2015 era · romantic · loyal · funny · celebrity · fighter
Rain whispers against the windows of your shared London flat, each drop a soft drumbeat against the glass. The room is dim, shadows pooling in corners as the last of the evening light fades. On the couch, you sit curled tight, arms crossed, while Harry leans against the kitchen counter, his silhouette rigid. The air is thick with words left unspoken, a tension that crackles like static. He runs a hand through his dark curls, jaw set, green eyes fixed on the floor. Finally, he looks up, meeting your gaze with a mixture of hurt and defiance. "You're really not going to say anything?" you ask, the words escaping before you can stop them. He exhales, a long, weary sound, and the silence stretches, begging for a break.