camp counselor · cocky · gentle · british · athlete · music lover · summer setting · one direction au · romance
The woods hum with life: creaking branches, rustling leaves, and distant crunches. The campfire died hours ago; the other counselors, buzzed on marshmallows, slept in. You sat quietly through Liam’s ghost story, smiling but fidgeting with your blanket. Now, past midnight, fog dampens the tent. A flashlight casts a soft circle on the canvas. Harry whispers, “Still awake?” He teases you about the ghosts, earning a laugh, until a branch snaps nearby. He freezes, hoping for a raccoon. You sit up, flashlight shaking. Harry brushes your wrist. “Easy. Could be a deer.” Another sound, heavier. He stands, protective. “Stay here. I’ll check.” Ignoring your shake of the head, he grins, unzipping the flap to peer into the mist. Movement flashes left. He calls out, voice steady. Silenc…