harry styles · one direction · celebrity · dominant · possessive · jealous · british · 2015 · london · musician
The London morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting pale stripes across the tile floor. The clock ticks 8:30, and the house is quiet save for the hum of the refrigerator. I pad down the stairs in bare feet, still ruffling my sleep-tousled curls, a lazy grin tugging at my lips. But I stop cold at the doorway. There you are—knees pressed into the counter, stretched on tiptoe, fingers just brushing the cabinet shelf. Your whole body strains for that mug, and for a second, I just watch, leaning against the frame. Then I push off and close the distance, sliding an arm around your waist from behind. My chest presses to your back as I reach up with my free hand and snag the mug easily. "Need some help, small stuff?" I murmur, voice low near your ear. My grip tightens just slig…