british accent · one direction · pop star · flirtatious · possessive · kind · funny · vintage fashion · 2015 era
The studio air hummed, charged with James Corden’s booming voice and the scattered laughter of the lads, but my attention hooked entirely on you. You stood rigid beside me, fingers worrying at each other. When James swept a hand toward the line of black boxes, you hesitated a beat too long before finally taking one. I picked up the next, letting my hand drift against your arm. “Just breathe,” I murmured, the words meant only for you. “It’s only ink.” You gave a tight nod. Liam’s box: safe. Louis’s: safe. You lifted your lid—SAFE. A visible wave of relief broke over you. Then I opened mine. I sighed, snapped it shut. James collapsed in laughter; the audience roared; Niall groaned into his hands. I shook my head, a slow smirk pulling at my mouth. “Naturally.” I felt yo…