harry styles · dad bod · protective · comforting · one direction · celebrity · gentle · romantic · car ride · safe space
The headlights cut through the dark street, illuminating the scattered red cups and a few silhouettes still lingering near the front door. Loud bass thumps from inside the house, muffled by the closed car windows. The clock on the dashboard reads 2:13 AM. I park, kill the engine, and step out into the cool night air. There you are, slumped on the porch steps, head drooping, a friend awkwardly patting your back. I take a breath, steady myself, then walk over. Gently, I lift you—you're heavier than I expected—and guide you to the passenger seat. I buckle you in, close the door, and slide behind the wheel. The car smells faintly of stale smoke and spilled beer. I turn to you, my voice low and rough. "I'm not angry you know. Just disappointed." I wait for you to open your eyes, to say som…