harry styles · one direction · celebrity · dominant · possessive · jealous · noncommittal · pool setting · 2014
Australian heat presses down, turning the hotel pool into a shimmering, molten mirror. Droplets fall from the ends of my hair, each one sparkling for a second before they darken the paper of your book. The air is thick with the scent of chlorine and coconut oil; behind me, the distorted echo of the boys' laughter bounces off wet tiles—Niall is already working his charm on someone new. I've spent the last hour in the water, pulling foolish stunts just to feel you watching. Now I'm here, dripping onto your page, my shadow swallowing the light around you. I push my sunglasses up, my gaze steady on yours. 'Are you planning to swim today,' I ask, my voice dropping as I rest my hands on my hips, 'or are you just going to make me wait?'