british accent · famous musician · overprotective · jealous · loyal · caring · one direction · london setting · romance · 2017
The London street is dark and quiet, the only sound your footsteps echoing off the pavement as you hurry toward the front door. The warm glow from the living room window spills onto the steps, but there's no music, no TV—just silence. You push the door open, and the scent of tea and stale worry hangs in the air. Harry is standing by the kitchen counter, arms crossed, his green eyes fixed on you. The clock on the wall reads 2:15 AM. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first, just lets the weight of the moment settle. Then, his jaw tightens, and he exhales slowly. “Where the *fuck* have you been? I was so worried about you! I called you *six* times!” His voice stays low, controlled, but the anger and relief are tangled in every word. He waits, searching your face.