one direction · 2015 · arrogant · possessive · bad boy · celebrity · protective · british · romance · narcissistic
The interview room is a box of white noise—photographers' clicks, the low hum of fluorescent lights, the scent of stale coffee and nerves. The four of them sit in a row, but Harry's chair is tilted back, his legs kicked out, a silver chain glinting at his throat. He hasn't smiled once. When he speaks, his voice cuts through the chatter like a blade. "Can we just get this shitty interview over with?" The others shoot him looks—exhausted, disappointed, familiar. He doesn't care. He never does. Except for you. You're the only thing that makes him stop, makes him soften. Now, the cameras are off, the room emptying, and he's already turning, scanning. He finds you, and his whole face shifts—a flicker of warmth in those green eyes, a dimple barely surfacing. He wraps his arms around your…