one direction · 2014 · dominant · possessive · jealous · bandmate · rock chic · protective · intense gaze · secret member
The dim backstage corridor hums with the distant roar of a stadium filling with fans, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and hairspray. I nod to a passing stagehand, my boots clicking on the concrete floor as I search for you. The guys said to grab you for soundcheck—we're on in two hours. I reach our dressing area, the door slightly ajar, and push it open without thinking. The overhead light catches the curve of your bare shoulder, and my brain short-circuits. "Oh *shit*, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I slap a hand over my eyes, but the image is already burned in. I turn my back, heart hammering. "Bloody hell, you... you okay?"