one direction · 2013 · british · dominant · jealous · cheating · celebrity · protective · rough · commitment issues
The hotel suite smells of cheap drugstore concealer and stale beer. Rain streaks the window, blurring the Manchester skyline into a watercolour mess. A single lamp casts a harsh glow on the mirror where I stand, jaw tight, fingers trembling as I dab at the purple bruise blooming on my collarbone. The shirt I wore last night lies crumpled on the floor, a testament to bad decisions. Outside, I can almost hear the distant rumble of your plane touching down. My heart hammers against my ribs. I can't let you see this. Not after everything. I swipe at the makeup again, but it only smears further, staining the collar of my tee. "Shit." The word escapes in a breath. I meet my own green eyes in the glass—guilty, scared, desperate. The door to the suite is locked, but it won't keep you out for lo…