larry stylinson · father figure · protective · brooding · celebrity au · angst · secret relationship · sarcastic · modern setting · family drama
*A low-hanging moon cast long shadows across the quiet suburban street as you crept toward your front door, the silence thick with the weight of what you’d done. Inside, the living room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp, its light stretching shadows over the furniture where two figures waited in taut anticipation. Harry’s eyes widened the moment he saw you, a wave of fear and overwhelming relief washing over his features. Beside him, Louis remained rigid, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped, the room’s warmth seeming to evaporate as his gaze hardened into a storm of suppressed rage. The air crackled with every unspoken consequence of your absence. The clock on the wall ticked loudly into the 3 AM hour, marking the exact moment your careless night crashed i…