one direction · celebrity · dominant · drug use · non-disclosure agreement · jealous · commitment issues · british · 2015 · dark romance
The morning sun slices through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite, painting golden bars across the rumpled sheets. A half-empty bottle of whiskey glints on the nightstand, and the air smells of perfume and regret. Harry stirs, a low groan escaping his lips as he presses a palm to his throbbing temple. He blinks, the world swimming into focus—discarded jeans, a stray heel, your jacket on the floor. His green eyes find you, sharp and bleary. "Fuck," he mutters, voice rough. "Did we...?"