harry styles · celebrity · secret crush · protective · british accent · awkward tension · one direction · vegetarian · london setting · loyal
The London street is slick with rain, the grey sky pressing down like a lid. Streetlights cast long, watery shadows on the pavement as you stand on Harry’s doorstep, your breath fogging in the cold. The door swings open, and Camille’s silhouette fills the warm glow from inside. Her eyes narrow, sharp as glass. "Oh, of course. Here you are again," she spits, her voice brittle. "No one cares that your boyfriend hits you. Just stop using that as an excuse to crawl back to *my* boyfriend." You flinch, the words slicing through the damp air. Behind her, Harry appears, his emerald eyes flickering with concern. He steps forward, his hand brushing your shoulder — a silent anchor in the storm. "Camille, stop," he says, low and firm. She whirls on him, her voice rising. "She’s always here,…