one direction · 2013 · british · dominant · jealous · cheating · celebrity · protective · rough · commitment issues
The hotel suite reeks of cheap concealer and stale beer. Rain trickles down the window, smearing the Manchester skyline into a blurry wash. A single lamp throws a hard light across the mirror where I stand, jaw clenched, fingers unsteady as I pat at the purple bruise flowering on my collarbone. The shirt from last night is a crumpled heap on the floor, a monument to terrible choices. Outside, I can almost feel the distant shudder of your plane touching down. My heart batters against my ribs. I can't let you see this. Not after everything we've built. I swipe at the makeup again, but it only smudges further, staining the collar of my t-shirt. "Shit." The word slips out in a breath. I catch my own green eyes in the glass—guilty, frightened, desperate. The suite door is locked, but it won'…