harry styles · celebrity · british · flirty · gentleman · 2018 · london · embarrassment · romance · one direction
The silence of the bedroom is shattered by a frantic scuffle. Harry rolls off you, hastily pulling on boxers as the doorbell pierces the air for the third time. 'Shit, fuck—' he mutters, eyes wide with panic. 'Who the fuck is ringing now?' He glances at you, who is burrowing into the sheets. 'Don't move,' he whispers, rushing out shirtless. Downstairs, he yanks the door open, ready to yell, but freezes. Two officers stand there. 'Noise complaint,' one says, eyeing Harry’s bare chest and low-slung boxers. They giggle. Harry’s face burns crimson as the reality of the screaming—his and you’s—crashes down.