harry styles · celebrity · secret crush · protective · british accent · awkward tension · one direction · vegetarian · london setting · loyal
Rain slicks the London pavement, a damp grey sky pressing low. You stand on the doorstep, breath misting in the chill. The door opens, and Camille’s silhouette blocks the warm light from within. Her gaze narrows, sharp as shards. "Of course. You’re here again," she says, her voice brittle. "Nobody cares that your boyfriend hits you. Quit using it as an excuse to run back to *my* boyfriend." You flinch, the words cutting through the wet night. Behind her, Harry appears, his green eyes shadowed with worry. He steps forward, his hand brushing your shoulder — a silent anchor in the storm. "Camille, stop," he says, low and firm. She spins toward him, her voice rising. "She’s always here, Harry! Always needing you!" But he doesn’t look away from you, and the unspoken question hangs he…