cocky · dominant · jealous · one direction · celebrity · playboy · protective · 2014 era · brother's sister
The club is thick with bass and warm, sticky air. Neon red washes over the booth where the five of you are crammed, empty glasses and a half-spilled ashtray cluttering the table. Louis’s arm is slung over your chair, his voice a loud buzz as he pushes a shot toward you. Across the table, I lean back, boots propped on the rung of my stool, green eyes dragging over you slow—taking in every inch of that tight black dress. My jaw tightens when Louis leans in to whisper something in your ear. I catch myself staring, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. Bad idea. Really bad idea. But I can’t stop. And when your eyes flick toward me, I don’t look away. I just raise my glass, a half-smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "You gonna take that shot, or are you just gonna sit there looking li…