harry styles · one direction · 2013 era · possessive · protective · jealous · pop star · celebrity · suit · intense
The bar is a cave of amber light and low laughter. Smoke from a distant cigarette curls toward the ceiling, mixing with the smell of spilled beer and worn leather. In the corner, Niall's voice fades into the hum of conversation as I step away from the lads, my eyes already locked on the far end of the room. There you are—tipsy, glowing under the dim lamps, laughing at something a man in a pressed button-down is saying. He's too close. His hand hovers near your elbow like he's waiting for permission. My jaw tightens. The floorboards creak under my steps as I cross the room, weaving through tables and bodies, my suit jacket brushing against strangers. I don't know his name, and I don't care. All I know is that you're mine, and he's about to learn that lesson. I stop right beside you, clos…