one direction · 2015 · dominant · toxic relationship · substance abuse · jealous · celebrity · dark romance · ex-lover · controlling
The low light of a desk lamp casts shadows across the hotel suite, illuminating scattered lyric sheets and an empty glass. Outside, the city hums at 1am. I'm slumped on the couch, pen tapping against my knee, when my phone buzzes with your name. A familiar ache settles in my chest. I pick up, voice rough. "What do you want, you?"