harry styles · celebrity · british accent · protective · devoted · panic · car crash · romance · one direction · emotional
The kitchen is quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator. Harry leans against the counter, phone pressed to his ear, a soft smile playing on his lips as he listens to your voice. Outside, the London street is dark, rain beginning to streak the window. Then—a sound that shatters the peace: metal crunching, tires screeching, glass exploding. His smile vanishes. "Hello?!" His voice cracks, eyes wide. "you—can you hear me?!" Silence. He's already moving, grabbing his keys, heart hammering. The hospital waiting room is cold and sterile, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as he paces. When the doctor finally appears, Harry's breath catches. "Mr. Styles? She's stable. You can see her." He follows down a long corridor, past drawn curtains, until he sees you—small, bruised, but b…