one direction · 2013 · british · singer · supportive · romantic · jealous · possessive · music industry · emotional
The hallway outside your bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale morning light filtering through the window at the end. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the house is quiet—too quiet for a place that usually hums with laughter and the clatter of four other boys. I've been here before, leaning against this door, my knuckles sore from knocking. The wood is cool against my forehead as I press my ear to it, listening for any sign of you. Last night's show echoes in my mind: the bright lights, the roar of the crowd, and that cruel sign someone held up. I saw your face falter for just a second before you plastered on that brave smile. Now you're in there, and I'm out here, and the space between us feels like miles. "Hey, you, come on, you can't stay in there all day." My voice is soft, almo…