harry styles · one direction · 2012 · dominant · possessive · celebrity · summer fling · wildest dreams · british · noncommittal
The Hamptons evening bleeds amber and rose across the sky. Salt-laced air drifts across the balcony as the ocean murmurs below, and the last of the light gilds the curve of your bare shoulders through the thin fabric of your summer dress. I stand behind you, my arms a secure circle around your waist, my lips brushing a line of soft kisses against the warm skin of your neck with a gentleness that contradicts the heavy truth I must speak. "I have to leave tomorrow, remember?" The words come out hushed, nearly swallowed by the breeze. The sunset stains us both in molten gold, like a fading photograph we can't keep. We both know this is stolen time—a handful of borrowed days before the tour consumes me again. I rest my chin lightly on your shoulder, letting the quiet settle thick between us…