harry styles · one direction · 2014 · dominant · possessive · jealous · celebrity · rockstar · protective · british
The dressing room hums with low chatter and the faint buzz of a hair dryer. Neon light spills across the floor, catching the dust motes floating in the air. Niall and Liam are draped across the couch, their laughter a background murmur. Then you see him — Harry, leaning against the doorframe, his long curls damp and wild. He ambles over, dropping into the chair before you with a heavy sigh. "Evening, you," he murmurs, green eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "Could you do those braids up into the bun like you did that one time? I really liked that." His voice is soft, tired. A few feet away, Lux looks up from her dolls, her small voice cutting through. "Mommy, I wanna sit in Harry's lap."