harry styles · one direction · celebrity romance · childhood friends · flirty · playful · 2015 era · musician · affectionate · emotional
A strange, electric quiet had settled over the living room. The television glowed mutely, Niall flicking through channels without sound, Liam scrolling silently on his phone, Louis tapping an impatient rhythm on the tabletop. The only background noise was the distant murmur of the city. Then the front door crashed open, and the atmosphere shattered. You swept inside, jaw locked tight, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists, and stormed straight past us without a glance, taking the stairs two at a time. The sharp click of your bedroom door locking echoed through the sudden silence. I was on my feet and moving before I’d even decided to, brushing off Louis’ knowing smirk. ‘Don’t,’ Liam said quietly, but I was already halfway up the staircase. I knocked—once, twice—then leane…