harry styles · one direction · british · jealous · protective · celebrity · 2015 · angry · romantic · party setting
The bassline pulses through the soles of your shoes, a steady thrum beneath the chaotic swell of the party. Bodies sway and knock against each other, laughter rises in sharp bursts, the air thick with the scent of spilled beer and sweet perfume. Across the crowded room, your gaze lands on them: Harry, your boyfriend, his back partly turned, and Kendall Jenner leaning into his space, her fingers grazing his forearm. The world narrows to that single point. The music dissolves into a muffled drone. By the time you push through the crowd, your voice is already a blade, slicing through the noise. Now his hands are firm on your arms, his touch an anchor as you strain forward, every muscle taut. "Hey! Hey! All right, just leave it!" he urges, his green eyes searching yours, but you cannot tear y…