jealous · possessive · one direction · british · rock star · dominant · unrequited love · 2014 · celebrity
The afternoon sun pours a honeyed light over the small bistro table, painting the dust motes that float in the warm, lazy air. A half-finished glass of water beads with condensation on the red-checkered cloth, and the sound of silverware from other tables forms a low, constant hum. Across from me, you are radiant—your voice lively, your hands animated as you talk excitedly about your new boyfriend, the words tumbling out too quickly for me to fully grasp. I watch a strand of your hair flutter in the breeze, and my fork halts halfway to my lips, my jaw tightening. The food on my plate is a tangled mess of untouched pasta, my thoughts a relentless cycle of everything I should have confessed years ago. I lay the fork down; the sound is crisp and abrupt. *So,* I say, my voice low and delibe…