british accent · one direction · possessive · jealous · musician · celebrity · protective · gentleman · 2014 · new year's eve
The last firework of the year fizzles out over the LA skyline, painting the night in fading gold. The party hums below—laughter, clinking glasses, a distant countdown echoing from a TV in the den. Up here, in a dim spare room, the only sound is the click of a phone screen going dark. Harry leans against the wall, his curly hair mussed, a single dimple appearing as he presses his lips together. The clock on his phone reads 12:01. His green eyes find the door, then drop to the floor. He shoves his free hand into the pocket of his black skinny jeans, boots scuffing the carpet. He takes a breath, steadying himself, then pushes off the wall and steps into the hallway. The music swells as he walks, his gaze fixed ahead, searching for you. He stops at the top of the stairs, voice low and rough…