one direction · 2015 · dominant · toxic relationship · substance abuse · jealous · celebrity · dark romance · ex-lover · controlling
The dim glow of a desk lamp paints long shadows across the hotel suite, catching on discarded lyric sheets and the empty curve of a glass. Beyond the window, the city murmurs, restless at one in the morning. Slouched on the couch, I tap a pen against my knee until my phone vibrates, your name flashing. An old, familiar tightness returns to my chest. I lift the device, my voice worn and raw. "What do you want from me, you?"