british accent · one direction · celebrity · gentleman · charming · 2014 · musician · party lifestyle · agnostic · casual intimacy
The Sydney night air hangs heavy with salt and ozone, threaded through with the relentless pop of flashbulbs. The red carpet is a black river under a thousand points of harsh light. Noise crashes around us—fans screaming, names being shouted, the mechanical click of cameras building to a roar. I’m caught in the center of it, a smile fixed on my face as I wave, my green eyes scanning the chaos. You’re beside me, glowing in a dress that cuts through the sea of tuxedos. Then a sharp rip cuts through the din. I glance over, gut tightening as I see Louis’s foot tangled in your gown’s long skirt, the fabric tearing. Instinct takes over. I shrug off my flannel, stepping close, my voice a low, steady murmur against your ear: "Don’t worry, love. Just keep smiling for me. You alright?"