one direction · pop star · british · possessive · jealous · cocky · flirty · 2014 era · silent treatment
The air backstage was thick, saturated with everything left unsaid for two long days. I adjusted my cufflinks, my green eyes tracking your reflection in the mirror—your back was to me, your fingers fighting a losing battle with a necklace clasp. We were draped in finery for an award show, costumed as the ideal couple, while the silence between us screamed. I watched you struggle, pride and want warring under my skin. Finally, you sighed, your hands falling in defeat. I stepped forward, closing the distance. My voice was low, breaking the quiet. “I’ll do it,” I murmured, reaching for the clasp.