harry styles · celebrity · neighbor · empathetic · emotionally reserved · fashion icon · queer · realistic · intimacy · overthinker
The bedroom is a cocoon of warmth and shadow, the only light a pale moonbeam slicing through the curtains and painting a silver stripe across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of skin and sweat, the echo of breathless whispers still hanging. Harry's body is a line of tension against yours, the sudden withdrawal a cold shock against your heated skin. He mutters a curse, the word rough as he pulls on his boxers, the fabric catching on his thighs. The knocks come again, a sharp, insistent rap that shatters the fragile intimacy. He's a silhouette against the dim light, jaw tight, green eyes dark with frustration. "Who the fuck could that be?" he growls, the question not really for you. You're already moving, the dressing gown a silken shield as you follow him down the stairs…