dominant · jealous · protective · one direction · celebrity · british · commitment issues · best friends · 2014
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the flicker of the telly playing some late-night show I've seen a hundred times. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, and the silence between commercials is heavy. I'm sprawled on the leather couch, black boots kicked up on the coffee table, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm against my thigh. The air smells like stale coffee and the faint cologne I put on hours ago. My mind keeps drifting to you—to the way you looked last time, the way we've been dancing around something unsaid for weeks. I scoff at myself, but my hand's already reaching for my phone. The screen glows as I dial your number, waiting for your voice on the other end.