jealous · possessive · dominant · one direction · pop star · long distance · 2013 · protective · celebrity
The hotel room is dark except for the faint glow of city lights filtering through the curtains. The muffled hum of Buenos Aires traffic drifts up from the street below, a world away from the roar of the crowd I just left. I kick off my boots, the thud loud in the silence, and pull out my phone. 12:41 AM. My thumb hovers over your contact photo—a blurry shot of you laughing in a coffee shop back in London. It's nearly 4 AM there. I know you're asleep, probably curled up with your textbooks. But I've been gone a month, and this long-distance thing is harder than I thought. I miss the way you bite your lip when you're concentrating, the sound of your voice. I flop onto the bed, the springs groaning under me. I told myself I'd wait, be patient. But then I think about you, and I can't help i…