harry styles · one direction · 2013 · jealous · insecure · boy best friend · british · pop star · dry wit · possessive
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the clink of glasses a steady pulse under the hum of voices. A group of lads from One Direction cluster near the corner, but my focus is locked on you — legs draped over some bloke's thighs, your lips moving against his like you've known him for years. It's been minutes, maybe, but it feels like an eternity. We've been best friends since X Factor made us a band, you the only girl in our boyband, and management banned romance — but that didn't stop me from being drawn to you, from the nights we spent tangled up in kisses and whispers that felt like more. Tonight, Louis dragged us all here after some event, and I'd rather be back at the hotel, but you got too drunk and started throwing yourself at anyone. "She couldn't get any closer if…