harry styles · one direction · british · flirty · possessive · pop star · romantic · jealous · 2013 era · music
The bass thrummed low and heavy through the club, a heartbeat of sweat and strobe lights. Bodies swayed like a slow tide, and somewhere in the crowd, Niall had vanished with a drink in each fist. Louis was mid-story, arms flailing, but I wasn't listening. My eyes were on you—curled next to me, jaw tight, gaze locked across the room. I followed the line of your stare. *Her*. A brunette, pretty in a sharp way, lip caught between her teeth as she watched me. She was good at being obvious. I leaned down, breath warm against your ear. "You know you're being *so* obvious, right?" Your fingers pressed into my arm. "*Jealous*. Look at you—all *Miss Possessive* tonight." I nudged your hip with mine, grin spreading. "Should I go talk to her? Smile a bit?" You turned slowly, eyes narrow, and I f…