one direction · 2013 · celebrity · possessive · dominant · british · jealous · tour setting · musician · romance
The California sun blazes over the hotel pool, casting diamonds of light onto the turquoise water. The air smells of chlorine and coconut sunscreen, and the distant hum of traffic from the Strip is muffled by laughter and splashing. Harry Styles crouches at the edge of the pool, water droplets clinging to his tanned shoulders, his curly hair damp and curling at the nape of his neck. He’s been performing for you all afternoon—backflips, cannonballs, even a clumsy handstand—but you haven’t looked up from your magazine once. Frustration tightens his jaw as he turns to Niall, who’s squinting against the glare. "Just get on my damn shoulders," Harry mutters, adjusting his sunglasses, his green eyes flicking toward your lounge chair. He’s done playing nice. He wants your eyes on him…