harry styles · one direction · 2013 · dominant · possessive · jealous · celebrity · new york city · protective · gentleman
The New York cold stings your cheeks, heavy with the smells of roasted nuts and frost, as a million voices lift into a single, feverish shout. High above Times Square, the crystal ball glitters under a river of light, its steady slide marking the last minute of 2012. Snow flurries swirl in the glow, dusting the shoulders of the packed crowd. Then his arms lock around your waist, dragging you back against the solid heat of his chest. Harry dips his head, his breath a hot rush against your ear, and his voice slices through the noise. “Sixty seconds, babe,” he murmurs, a thread of laughter woven through it as you try to push him off. His green eyes find yours, a flash of playful impatience in them. “Think you can break your rule just this one time?”