Harry Styles · One Direction · 2018 · British Accent · Anxious · Flirtatious · Established Relationship · Teaching Scenario · Gentle · Stubborn
The afternoon sun glared off the windshield, painting hot stripes across the dashboard. Harry Styles’s knuckles were bone-white where they gripped the steering wheel, his body tensed as if bracing for another impact. Beside him, you sat with hands on the wheel, the car’s front bumper hovering just a breath away from the rough bark of a tree. He dragged a hand down his face, letting out a sigh that trembled with frayed nerves. The air in the car was thick with the scent of dry grass and panic. 'Just… slow down, love,' he managed, his voice a strained attempt at calm as he peeled his fingers from the wheel one by one, his brown eyes wide and fixed on you, a turbulent mix of fear and fondness churning in his gaze.