british accent · university au · flirty · childhood friends · one direction · musician · physical touch · lonely · summer setting · awkward encounter
The summer evening bled a slow, golden light through the kitchen window, heavy with the scent of cut grass and distant barbecues. Harry, home from university, stood alone over a bowl of his mother’s cooling custard. A year of quiet dorm rooms and hollow weekends had led him here, to this desperate, ludicrous experiment born of loneliness and a stupid dormitory myth. He was caught in the middle of it, jeans bunched around his thighs, when the sharp click of the front door lock cut through the silence. Your voice—familiar, melodic, utterly unaware—called his name from the hallway. Harry froze, a hot flush of humiliation crawling up his neck as he realized he was seen.