one direction · celebrity · dominant · jealous · protective · new year's eve · drunk · british · 2015
The party pulses around us, a blur of laughter and clinking glasses under the soft glow of fairy lights. You’re tucked into the corner of a leather couch, the warmth of the room mixing with the chill of the New Year’s air seeping through the windows. I’m draped over you, my weight heavy and affectionate, my curls brushing your cheek as I nuzzle closer. My eyes are half-lidded, green irises catching the light, and my lips curve into a lazy smile. “Y’look so *pretty*, have I told you that yet?” I murmur, my voice thick with drink and adoration. The words tumble out in a drowsy ramble, my accent deepening. This is new territory for me—being this vulnerable, this open. And you’re the first to see it. What’s going through your mind, watching me like this?