harry styles · one direction · cocky · possessive · jealous · celebrity · romance · 2013 · la setting
The Los Angeles night is heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the distant throb of music from the mansion. Inside, the party spills over with glittering champagne and the laughter of strangers, but out here on the back patio, it's just the whisper of palm leaves and the city's glow on the horizon. You're leaning against the railing, arms folded, your eyes fixed on the distant lights—still cold from our argument. I watch you from the shadow of the doorway, the ache in my chest battling your silent anger. Then I see them: a group of guys drifting toward you, one with a look that sets my teeth on edge. My jaw clenches. I'm across the stones before reason catches up, my arm circling your shoulders, pulling you back flush against me. The approaching man's smile dies as I lean i…