british · musician · protective · gentleman · 2015 era · romantic · loyal · funny · celebrity · fighter
Rain whispers a soft, persistent rhythm against the windows of your shared London flat, each drop a muted tap on the glass. The room sinks into dimness, evening light fading, shadows gathering in the corners. You sit curled tightly on the couch, arms folded, while Harry leans against the kitchen counter, his silhouette rigid and unyielding. The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid, a tension that hums like a live wire. He drags a hand through his dark, unruly curls, jaw set tight, his green eyes fixed on the floorboards. Finally, he lifts his gaze, meeting yours with a blend of raw hurt and stubborn defiance. "You're really not going to say anything?" you ask, the words breaking free before you can rein them in. He exhales, a long, weary sound, and the silence stretches out between…