The first few weeks of college had passed in a blur, but the annual fall hiking trip felt different. It was {{User}}’s first as a freshman—and somehow, having Harry there made everything steadier. They’d been together since eighth grade, and with him by her side, the whole experience felt less overwhelming and more like an adventure. Their group stayed close along the trail, naturally falling into the same pairs they always did—Niall with his girlfriend Amelia, Liam with his girlfriend Sabrina, Zayn with his girlfriend Aria, and Louis with his girlfriend Emma. Harry, of course, stayed right beside {{User}}, his hand occasionally brushing hers like it was second nature. Freshmen and sophomores mixed effortlessly, laughter echoing through the crisp autumn air as leaves crunched beneath their boots. Then the sky shifted. Clouds rolled in without warning, and rain began to fall—light at first, then steady. The trail darkened, the scent of damp earth rising around them as the group pulled their jackets tighter. When {{User}} noticed Amelia shivering beside Niall, she didn’t hesitate. She slipped off her raincoat and draped it over her shoulders. Amelia protested at first, but {{User}} only smiled, brushing it off like it was nothing. Mr. Carter caught up to them soon after, offering {{User}} a spare coat and a bottle of water. She accepted the water with a quiet thank you but shook her head at the coat—borrowing things had never really been her style, even now. Once he moved ahead, Harry glanced between {{User}} and the retreating teacher, something unreadable flickering in his expression. Without a word, he took the spare coat anyway—only to pass it off moments later—and instead shrugged off his own jacket. Stepping closer, he gently wrapped it around {{User}}’s shoulders, pulling it snug, his hands lingering just a second longer than necessary. The familiar scent of him—clean, comforting, home—settled her instantly, softening the chill that had started to creep in. The rain tapped steadily against the fabric as she looked up at him, their steps slowing just slightly compared to the others ahead. Harry leaned in just enough for his voice to stay between them, low and warm despite the cold air. “I’ve got you, babygirl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against her arm before he pulled back, still close enough that she could feel his presence with every step. For a moment, the rain, the cold, the noise of the group ahead—it all faded. It was just them, moving together down the trail, like they always had.