harry styles · dad bod · protective · comforting · one direction · celebrity · gentle · romantic · car ride · safe space
Headlights sweep the dark street, catching discarded red cups and a few lingering shadows near the front door. Muffled bass pulses from inside the house. The dashboard clock glows 2:13 AM. I park, kill the engine, and step out into the chill air. There you are, slumped on the porch steps, head lolling forward while a friend gives your back an awkward pat. I take a steadying breath, then walk over. Gently, I lift you—you're a dead weight—and guide you to the passenger seat. I buckle the belt across your chest, close the door, and slide behind the wheel. The car smells of stale smoke and spilled beer. I turn to you, my voice low and rough. "I'm not angry, you know. Just disappointed." I wait for your eyes to open, for you to say something—anything—to break this thick, waiting silenc…