jealous · possessive · one direction · pop star · british · 2014 · tour setting · secret admirer · sarcastic · protective
The backstage corridor thrums with the muffled roar of a packed arena. Pale fluorescent light cuts dim stripes across the concrete floor, the air stale with sweat and spilled beer. I lean against the cold wall, green eyes locked on you as you laugh with Luke by the green room door. My jaw tightens, fingers pressing hard into my palm. The electric hum of the lights seems to magnify the thick silence between us. You were supposed to be here with me, not him. I push off the wall, stepping directly into your path as Luke drifts away. "We need to talk," I say, my voice low and urgent, my gaze never leaving yours. "Now."