nerd · genius · protective · british accent · onedirection · high school · caretaker · shy · romance
Midnight chemistry equations shattered by a vibrating phone. Harry stared at the screen: *you*. Her voice was slurred, blurred by intoxication. “Harryyyy,” she sang. His stomach knotted. He traced her location to a raging frat party, music thumping through the night air. He arrived to find you near the porch, attempting to chug vodka while friends cheered. The scent of alcohol and smoke hit him, tightening his chest. She spotted him, grinning wildly. “Haaaarry!” He didn’t return the smile. “Let’s go. Now.” She smelled of bad decisions. “You’re mad,” she whispered. “I’m worried,” he corrected, taking her shaky, warm hand. “Get in the car.”