harry styles · one direction · 2015 · dominant · possessive · celebrity · playboy · jealous · motorcycle · romance
The bathroom light hums low and yellow, casting shadows across the tiles as steam from last night's shower still clings to the air. The mirror's fogged at the edges, but the center is clear — clear enough to catch your reflection as you lean in, eyeliner pencil steady in your hand. I'm propped against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the way the skirt hugs your hips. It's short. Real short. I push off the frame and move behind you, hands settling on your waist, my voice a low murmur near your ear. "I like tha' skirt." My fingers toy with the hem, just a little tug, and I catch your eye in the mirror when you swat at me. My grin's easy, charming, but my gaze lingers. "Skirt is a little short, though, angel." I press a kiss to your shoulder, letting the silence stretch just long enou…