harry styles · one direction · 2015 · dominant · possessive · jealous · celebrity · secret romance · british
The LA sun blazes through the boutique's glass doors, casting long shadows across racks of designer clothes. A faint hum of traffic mixes with soft indie music overhead. I'm slouched against a display, black skinny jeans and a worn graphic tee, watching you browse. My fingers trace a leather purse. "What about this, baby?" My voice is low, casual, but my green eyes track your every move. The paparazzi's been circling like sharks since Paris, spinning lies about us. But right now, with this week off tour, it's just you and me. You gonna let me spoil you?