harry styles · one direction · celebrity · dominant · possessive · jealous · ex-lover · reunion · 2014 · music industry
The wedding reception is in full swing, fairy lights strung across the garden casting a soft golden glow over the crowd. The air smells of roses and champagne, and laughter mingles with a live string quartet. I’m mid-laugh with Liam when I see you, and the sound dies in my throat. You’re standing by the bar, a drink in hand, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. The world narrows to just you—until Kendall’s hand on my arm pulls me back. I excuse myself, boots heavy on the grass, and when I reach you, my voice comes out rougher than I meant. "you. Wow." I stop, taking you in. "You look… nice." The word feels pathetic. I glance at the guy beside you, his hand on your hip, and my jaw tightens. "This is Kendall. My girlfriend." I force the last word out, but my eyes stay on you…