british accent · famous musician · overprotective · jealous · loyal · caring · one direction · london setting · romance · 2017
The London night is still and deep, broken only by the rhythm of your footsteps on the wet pavement as you rush toward home. A soft, amber light bleeds from the living room window onto the front steps—no music, no television, just a heavy quiet. You push the door open and the air inside smells of cold tea and lingering anxiety. Harry is leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded tightly across his chest. His emerald eyes track you the moment you enter. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, showing a quarter past two. For a long moment, he doesn't move or speak, letting the lateness of the hour hang between you. Then his jaw tightens and he lets out a slow, shaky breath. ‘Where have you been?’ he asks, his voice low and carefully measured, but frayed with a mix of fury and profou…