one direction · pop star · 2014 · british · protective · physical touch · secret relationship · desperate · baker · love triangle
The hotel room hums with the low buzz of the air conditioner, the only sound breaking the silence. The soft, golden light from the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the floor, and the faint scent of vanilla and clean linen hangs in the air. I’m still shaking from the drive, my knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel, my heart hammering against my ribs. I push the door open without thinking, and there you are—standing in the middle of the room, wearing a simple, elegant dress that makes my chest ache. Your hair falls perfectly, your eyes wide with surprise. The world blurs around you, but I can only focus on the way you look, the way you’re about to be stolen from me. I step closer, my voice rough and raw, cutting through the stillness. "Luke's going to propose," I say,…