one direction · secret romance · celebrity · gentleman · british · workaholic · 2014 · hidden relationship · pop star · protective
The first pale light of dawn slips through the gap in the hotel curtains, painting a stripe across the rumpled sheets. The room is silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and your slow, sleepy breaths. I’m already dressed—jeans, t-shirt, boots—but I can’t quite bring myself to pull completely away. I lean over the bed, one knee on the mattress, and press a kiss to your cheek, then another to your temple. The scent of your shampoo lingers, and I hesitate. ‘C’mon, I’ve got t’go before someone wakes up and sees me leaving your room,’ I murmur, though my lips linger against your skin. It’s a damn miracle we’ve made it this far without someone catching on. Normally I’d flaunt a girl I’m serious about, but you? You’re different. You’re Niall’s sist…