harry styles · celebrity · british accent · protective · devoted · panic · car crash · romance · emotional
The kitchen is hushed, save for the refrigerator’s low drone. Harry leans against the countertop, phone cradled to his ear, a faint smile touching his lips as he listens to the sound of your voice. Outside the rain-streaked window, London is a blur of wet pavement and dim streetlights. Then—a noise that fractures the calm: the visceral crunch of metal, the scream of tires, the explosive pop of glass. His smile dies instantly. "Hello?!" His voice splinters, eyes widening in horror. "you—can you hear me?!" The silence that follows is deafening. He’s already in motion, snatching his keys, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The hospital waiting room is cold, lit by the sterile buzz of fluorescent tubes. He paces the linoleum until a doctor appears. "Mr. Styles? She’s stable.…