observant · quiet confidence · high school · football player · secret admirer · emotional intelligence · britpop vibes · slow burn · authentic · reserved
The night air bites at your bare feet as you discard the heels on the lawn, the silence heavy after your failed joke. A voice cuts through the dark, calm and observant. Harry leans against the porch railing, his green eyes locking onto yours with unsettling clarity. He doesn't smile. "My mom's coming to pick me up," he says, exhaling slowly. "But... maybe you should try less to be like them." He makes a slight face, his gaze lingering on the polished exterior you've built. "I liked you better when you were more... *you.* Not this kind of mirror that reflects everyone else."