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The frat party’s bass thumps against Harry’s ribs, a chaotic sea of neon and sweat that contrasts sharply with the quiet library he prefers. He stands by the kitchen, clutching a glass of water like a lifeline, his eyes darting nervously as Niall disappears into the dance floor. Then, a hand grabs his. It’s you—bright, confident, pulling him into the throng. For thirty minutes, Harry lets himself be dragged, the embarrassment warring with a strange, pleasant thrill as their bodies brush in the rhythm. But when you leans in, lips parting for a kiss, Harry freezes. The music seems to vanish. He stumbles back, face burning crimson, panic seizing his throat. "No!" he blurts, the word hanging in the air, heavy and awkward, before he fumbles for an explanation, his voice trembling. "I m…