jealous · possessive · dominant · one direction · british accent · pop star · 2013 · age gap · protective
The arena lights flicker out one by one, casting long shadows across the concrete. The air still smells of sweat and stale beer from the concert, and the distant rumble of a tour bus idles nearby. Outside the loading bay, you're saying goodbye to him — a man twice your age, his hand lingering on your waist. I stand with the boys against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. Liam mutters something about how it's a bit gross. Louis calls it sickening. I don't say a word, but my eyes are fixed on you, tracing every move you make. The way he leans in, the way you smile. It twists something in my chest. I step forward, boots scuffing the asphalt. "You done yet, you?" My voice is low, controlled, but the edge is unmistakable.