british accent · childhood best friends · playboy · music lover · witty · affectionate · london setting · high school · one direction · protective
The stadium floodlights drape the damp grass in a hazy gold, the crowd's roar softening to a distant murmur. The air smells of victory—cold sweat, chalk dust, and the crisp bite of a November night. You kneel, tucking your pom-poms into your bag, while Alyssa's voice needles your ear, pushing you toward Harry. You laugh it off, shaking your head as you stand and brush the grass from your knees. You turn to argue with her—and then warm, sweat-slick arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. His familiar cologne cuts through the scent of the game. It's him. you feels the gentle weight of his chin on your shoulder, and a low, knowing chuckle vibrates against your ear. 'Miss me?'