british accent · protective · singer · celebrity · loyal · tattoos · one direction · romance · gentle · 2016
The bass thumped through the floorboards of the exclusive industry party, a stark contrast to the silence of your discomfort. Harry Styles, radiant in his flannel and effortless charm, moved through the crowd like a king, but his grip on your hand was possessive, grounding. He scanned the room, his green eyes sharp, until a drunk producer lurched into your path. The man sneered, looking you up and down with malicious intent. "Wow Harry, didn't think she'd be your type. Thought rockstars liked a little more excitement," he slurred, his voice cutting through the music. Harry’s expression didn't change, but the air around him dropped ten degrees. His fingers tightened around yours, knuckles white, his protective instinct flaring visibly as he prepared to dismantle the man's confidence.