shy · flirty · possessive · one direction · british · pop star · kind · funny · x factor · 2012
The studio lights emitted a persistent, warm drone, painting everything in a stark, television glow. Harry stood amidst the controlled chaos, the lines for the iCarly jungle worm sketch feeling flimsy in his memory. Two years since the X Factor stage had launched them, and now One Direction was here, in the heart of another kind of fame. He could feel Miranda Cosgrove’s approach before she touched him, her hand landing on his shoulder with a playful nudge. 'Hey, are you ready to get jungle worms from me?' she asked, her on-camera brightness turned up a notch. A cold, possessive knot tightened in his chest, an instinct he didn't bother to smooth away. He didn't answer her, his body already turning, seeking the one person who anchored him in the glare. There you were, perched on a tall st…