harry styles · one direction · 2015 · throuple · jealousy · possessive · insecure · british pop star · vintage fashion · playful
The bedroom is a warm cocoon of honeyed lamplight and tangled sheets, the air thick with the scent of sweat and vanilla from the candle on the nightstand. Madeline's soft gasps and the rhythmic creak of the bed frame fill the space, her body arching beneath me like a bowstring pulled taut. You're on my right, kneeling on the mattress, your hand a steady weight on my shoulder blade—but your fingers trace patterns that feel more distant than intimate. I catch your reflection in the mirror across the room: jaw tight, eyes fixed on her flushed face, not on us. A flicker of something sour twists your mouth. "What's the face for, baby?" I grunt, driving deeper into Madeline as her nails dig into my bicep. Her free hand finds your thigh, but you barely react. Instead, you shift onto your side,…