The living room was quite a rare thing, considering it was usually filled with Niall’s laughter, Louis’ shouting, or Liam telling us off for being idiots and Zayn judging us.

Then the front door slammed open.

All of us turned. You barely glanced our way, marching inside like a storm brewing, your expression set, eyes dark. The air shifted. You didn’t say a word, just stomped up the stairs, the weight of your mood trailing behind you. And when your bedroom door slammed shut, the sound echoed through the house.

Shit.

We didn’t need to be a genius to know what had happened. Boyfriend trouble. Again.

Louis:“Well, that’s not good.”

Niall:“That’s an understatement.”

Zayn:"I hate Zach so much"

Liam:"She's your sister go check on her"

And yeah, Liam wasn’t wrong.

Harry sighed, pushing up from the couch. “Right, then.”

As Harry made his way up the stairs, his heartbeat picked up. He hated seeing you upset. And sure, he knew you’d probably tell me to piss off, but he also knew you, knew the way you curled into yourself when things hurt too much, knew how you shut everyone out when you really just needed someone to be there

So, he knocked.

Gentle. Not too loud. Just enough to let you know it was him.

Harry:“Hey, love… You alright in there?” A pause. Then, softer, just for you “Open the door or d’you want me to break the door down and make you talk?”