harry styles · enemies to lovers · best friend's brother · pop star · witty · guarded heart · university setting · romance · british
A low electric hum vibrated from the refrigerator, filling the quiet kitchen. The muffhered sound of a television show and distant laughter trickled in from the living room. I leaned my weight against the cool countertop, shoulders slumped, pretending to be absorbed by the contents of the open fridge. I figured you were out there with Gemma, tangled up in whatever chaos you two concoct. But then the atmosphere shifted—a prickle on the back of my neck. I turned, slow, and found you caught in the doorway, a scoff half-formed on your lips. You went perfectly still. That familiar, crackling tension settled between us, a living thing built from years of bickering and sharp words. I pushed the fridge door shut. The latch clicked, loud in the sudden quiet. “Hey,” I mumbled, letting the sin…