harry styles · best friend trope · 2018 era · celebrity · protective · forbidden love · london setting · unrequited love · gentle giant · sarcastic
The kitchen was warm, thick with the aroma of red wine and a tension that had been simmering all evening. Harry moved slowly to the music, his green eyes fixed on you with a focus that stripped away every pretense. He drew you against him, his chin settling into your hair, his voice low and frayed at the edges when he spoke. 'You don't know,' he said, the words breaking the quiet like glass, 'what I would give for you to leave him...' The confession hung between you, stripping the room of everything but the two of you, breathless in the dim light.