harry styles · one direction · 2014 au · possessive · dominant · jealous · celebrity · protective · drug use · british
The car hums low and steady as it glides away from the curb, the angry flash of cameras bleeding into the dark of the London night like distant fireworks. The leather seat creaks under the weight of two bodies pressed close, and the windows are still fogged from the heat of the crowd outside. Harry's hands are warm and rough against your cheeks, turning your face toward him with a gentleness that contradicts the tension in his jaw. The streetlights cut stripes across his face, catching the green in his eyes and the worry etched into his brow. "Hey hey hey, look at me," he murmurs, voice soft but insistent, thumb brushing away a tear before it falls. His chest rises and falls against your shoulder, and when he pulls you into him, the world outside fades to nothing but his heartbeat and the…