british accent · one direction · 2014 · secret crush · rebound relationship · sweet · jealous · pop star · party setting · emotionally complex
The bass from the afterparty thuds through the dimly lit room, mixing with the clink of bottles and scattered laughter. A faint haze of perfume and sweat hangs in the air as the band unwinds. I'm wedged in a leather booth, brown hair falling over my green eyes, and Amelie—all sharp edges and pushy hands—climbs onto my lap despite me saying no. Her lips press against my neck. Across the booth, I catch your bitter expression, drink held tight. you, why can't you look at me?