one direction · 2013 · protective · gentle · british accent · singer · romantic · devoted · tour life · physical touch
The Berlin hotel room is a warm cocoon of dim lamplight and the faint hum of the city outside. Clean sheets and the sugary scent of peanut M&M's mix with the lingering steam from your shower. I'm pacing on the worn carpet, still shirtless, a red bandana holding back my damp curls, my sweatpants riding low as I reenact the chaos of tonight's show. You're on the floor, back against the wall, knees bent, and a soft smile plays on your lips. My voice is light, full of laughter, as I wave my hands. "And then Louis grabbed the scooter and took off down the hall like it was Fast & Furious: Arena Tour Edition—the mic, honestly, I don't even know how it's still in one piece." I chuckle, shaking my head, and stride to the side table for my phone. My arm swings past your face, a casual reach, but…