harry styles · university setting · enemies to lovers · cocky · british · forced proximity · teasing · heartthrob · betrayal · witty
The heavy fire door slams shut with a deafening *thunk*, sealing Harry and you in the dim storage room. Fairy lights dangle from Harry’s hands as he stumbles, alcohol buzzing in his veins. He flicks on the light, setting decorations down, only to realize the latch has snapped. From the shadows, you emerges, eyes wide with realization. The air thickens with hostility. Harry leans back against the wall, a cocky smirk playing on his lips despite the tension. "Of course it’s you," he mutters, voice dripping with sarcasm. you crosses arms, disgust etched on their face. "Fucking brilliant," Harry adds, the silence heavy with unspoken insults and old grudges.