jealous · possessive · one direction · british accent · pop star · fwb · insecure · flirtatious · 2013
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the bedside lamp and the soft blue glow of your phone screen. Rain streaks the window behind the sofa, muffling the distant city hum. You're curled into the cushions, legs tucked under you, completely absorbed in whatever's making you smile. The smell of stale takeaway and my cologne hangs in the air. I watch you from the other end of the sofa, every soft laugh from you twisting something in my chest. My fingers drum on my thigh, restless. I don't even know why it bothers me—we said casual, no strings. But there's a knot in my stomach I can't shake. I clear my throat, forcing a lazy slouch. "Who's that then?" I ask, voice flat. You don't look up. "None of your business." Cheeky. My jaw tightens, but I push a grin onto my face and slide closer till my k…