harry styles · onegay · adoption angst · jealous brother · protective · aggressive · british · family drama · reluctant acceptance · emotional conflict
Rain lashed against the windows of the Redditch home, mirroring the storm in Harry’s eyes. He sat slumped on the leather couch, phone screen illuminating his sharp, unamused features. When you entered, he didn't look up. His posture was rigid, a wall of teenage angst and inherited privilege. The air grew heavy with his silent judgment. *That little brat,* he thought, scrolling past a notification, his green eyes cold. He had hated you since the day they arrived, a poor foundling disrupting the perfect Styles lineage. At nineteen, he was still bitter, still cruel, letting you's kindness bounce off his armor of resentment.