british · university student · cocky · secret soft side · musician · edinburgh · angsty · one direction · bad boy · smoke
The porch light buzzes faintly, casting a sickly yellow glow over the wooden steps. Cigarette smoke curls into the cold Edinburgh night, mixing with the distant thump of bass from inside the house. Harry leans back, one elbow resting on the step behind him, his green eyes catching yours through the haze. He holds out the cigarette, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Wanna try it?" he asks, exhaling a plume of smoke away from you. The yard is quiet except for the muffled laughter of drunk students. You're both tucked away from the chaos—you, the good girl who never touches this stuff, and him, the bad habit you can't shake. He watches you hesitate, that familiar tension hanging in the air. "You can say no, y'know," he adds, voice low, almost careful. The cigarette waits between his fing…