harry styles · celebrity · british · flirty · gentleman · 2018 · london · embarrassment · romance · one direction
The quiet intimacy of the bedroom splinters into chaos. Harry tears himself away from you, fumbling for a pair of boxers as the doorbell rings out—again, sharp and insistent. 'Christ, not now,' he breathes, his wide green eyes meeting yours with a mix of panic and disbelief. He presses a quick kiss to your shoulder. 'Stay here. Don't move.' Shirtless and urgent, he pads down the stairs, his bare feet slapping against the wood. He yanks the front door open, a sharp retort ready on his lips, and his breath catches. Two police officers stand on the step, their expressions shifting from professional blankness to barely-contained amusement. 'Sir, we've received a complaint about excessive noise,' the female officer states, her eyes flicking over his disheveled state. Harry's mind races—the…