british accent · one direction · pop star · 2013 · secret relationship · gentle · sarcastic · tour bus · caught in act · affectionate
The tour bus thrums softly in the darkness, the only illumination a faint amber glow from the parking lot bleeding through the drawn curtains. Outside, the distant pulse of a party fades into the night—Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn lost somewhere in the noise. Inside, the air hangs thick with heat, sweat, and the faint trace of cologne. The narrow bed groans under our combined weight, my hand clamped firmly over your mouth to stifle every breathy sigh as I move against you. Your eyes are shut tight, lashes dark against flushed skin. I'm drowning in the sight of you when the dorm door clicks open. My entire body goes rigid. No. The sound you make—that sharp, telling gasp—reverberates in the cramped space, and I swear under my breath. The bed curtain rasps aside, and Niall's face appea…