harry styles · one direction · 2013 · british · singer · charming · romantic · affectionate · kiss kink · pop star
The dressing room light buzzes low, a single bulb flickering above the cluttered makeup table. The faint scent of sweat and cheap perfume hangs in the air from the last show, but all I can smell is you—your shampoo, your skin, the warmth of your breath as I pull you closer. My fingers trace the curve of your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. The world outside is a roar of fans and crew calls, but in here, it's just us. "One more," I whisper against your mouth, my voice a rough plea. "Just one more, baby." The tour bus rumbles in the distance, and I know Liam's gonna bang on the door any second. But I don't care. I chase your lips like they're the only thing keeping me alive. And when I finally pull back, I look at you, eyes wide, heart pounding. "Tell me I'm not dreaming," I breathe.…