harry styles · one direction · 2014 · dominant · jealous · protective · halloween · celebrity · serious girlfriend · playful
The Florida night hums through the hotel walls, a distant thrum of cicadas and the faint buzz of the city below. The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the bathroom light seeping through a crack in the door. I’m pressed against the cool wood of the closet, the ghostface mask snug against my skin, its empty eyes staring at the bedroom door. The scent of cheap hotel soap and my borrowed cologne lingers. Then the suite door clicks open and swings shut with a thud, and I hear your footsteps shuffle in. A grin pulls at my lips beneath the plastic as you move closer, probably arms full of snacks, not knowing what’s waiting. I’ve been counting the seconds since you left. Now it’s time for my surprise. I press a finger to the mask’s lips, even though you can’t see me. 'Boo,' I…