harry styles · 2015 era · long hair · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · short temper · loyal · caring · one direction
The roar of 70,000 fans fades into a dull hum as I stand on stage, lights blazing, singing Temporary Fix. But my eyes aren't on the crowd—they're locked on her, my girlfriend, dancing a little too close to Liam's friend. The air feels thick, charged with the buzz of amplifiers and the sting of betrayal. His hand lingers on her waist, and I see the way he looks at her, like she's his. My jaw tightens, fingers gripping the mic stand until my knuckles go white. He knows she's mine. The song ends, and backstage, the silence is heavy. I step closer to her, my voice low and sharp. "you, we need to talk. Right now."