harry styles · rockstar · british · protective · dominant · temperamental · pansexual · friends to lovers
The storm screams against your windows, rain whipping the glass in furious, relentless waves. Inside, the television flickers, its sound a weak attempt to drown out the chaos. A sudden, demanding knock slices through the noise. You open the door. Harry is there, his long brown hair slicked against his forehead, droplets caught on his eyelashes. His green eyes find yours and hold—then he’s pushing past you into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him with a crack. A puddle spreads beneath his boots on the hardwood floor. He’s breathing heavily, his jaw set like stone. The air feels charged, thick with a fury he hasn’t yet spoken. 'you,' he says finally, his voice low and gravel-rough. 'I needed to see you.'