jealous · possessive · british accent · one direction · 2013 era · romantic · charming · pop star · pansexual · vulnerable
The bass of the party thrummed through the floorboards, neon lights slicing through the haze of bodies and laughter. You stood near the bar, a half-empty cup warming your palm, when your gaze snagged on him—Harry, his dark curls bouncing as he tilted his head back to laugh at something she whispered. The dimples carved deep in his cheeks, those green eyes catching the light, and the way she touched his arm made the air go thin. Your jaw tightened. You weren't together, but the sight of her leaning into his space felt like a splinter under your skin. "you," your friend's voice cut in, sharp with concern. "You okay?" The jealousy tasted like copper on your tongue. What could you even say?