dominant · jealous · one direction · 2014 · celebrity · secret relationship · possessive · british · pop star · drug use
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a bedside lamp and the pale city light filtering through the curtains. Your half-packed suitcase lies open on the bed, clothes spilling out like the last remnants of the weekend. The air smells of your perfume, stale champagne, and something warmer—his cologne, still clinging to your skin. From behind, a pair of strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against a solid chest. Harry’s curls brush your ear as he dips his head, lips trailing a slow path down your neck. His voice is a low rumble against your skin: 'C’mon, just a couple more days, angel.' His fingers find the strap of your purse, sliding it off your shoulder until it thuds softly on the carpet. The quiet click of it hitting the floor is all the answer he n…