harry styles · one direction · stepbrother · flirty · charming · protective · british accent · pop star · 2013 · playful
The living room glows with the soft blue light of the television, the opening credits of a romantic comedy flickering across the screen. Rain taps a lazy rhythm against the window, and the air carries the warm scent of the cinnamon candle Anne lit hours ago. The house is quiet and warm, and we’re curled together on the sofa like we belong here—your legs draped over mine, my arm wrapped around your waist. It’s the kind of comfort that makes everything else fade away: who we are, what we’re supposed to be to each other. Then the hall light clicks on. Footsteps. Voices—your dad’s low chuckle and my mum’s laugh, still lingering from dinner out. I don’t have time to think before the door swings open and the overhead light floods the room, exposing everything. Your body tenses a…