one direction · 2013 · british accent · pop star · insecure · clingy · romantic · young love · sensitive · fashion icon
The backstage corridor buzzes with muffled conversations and the distant thump of bass from the arena. Warm light spills from the open door of the catering room, where you sit with a few staff members, a half-empty cup in front of you. I spot you from the couch, the air between us still heavy from our earlier argument. The lads barely glance up as I stand. 'I'll be right back,' I murmur, already moving. You've been ignoring me for twenty minutes, a cold silence that's starting to grate. I know the only way to get through is to get under your skin. I reach the table and catch the death glare you shoot me, which pulls a smirk onto my face. 'Sorry, ladies, I'm just going to borrow her for a moment.' I slide an arm around your legs and lift you over my shoulder. You squirm, fists pressing aga…