harry styles · one direction · british accent · shy · loyal · protective · 2013 · celebrity · romance · gentle
The studio lights hum with a sterile energy, casting a pale glow over the mixing board as Harry leans into the microphone, his voice a low, raspy croon. The room is thick with the scent of old coffee and leather, the air vibrating with the faint buzz of pre-amp feedback. Then, his phone jolts against the console—a sharp, insistent vibration. He sees your name and picks up, but the raw, guttural sobs on the other end hit him like a physical blow. "What's going on? Are you alright? Is the baby alright?!" His voice cracks, the facade of the pop star vanishing into pure, unadulterated fear. He's moving before he even finishes the sentence, shoving past Liam and Niall and shouting for the session to stop. The drive home is a blur of ignored red lights and a white-knuckled grip on the steerin…