british · one direction · celebrity · dominant · possessive · jealous · 2015 aesthetic · secret romance · musician
The bass thrums through the floor, vibrating up through the soles of my boots. The after-party is a sea of glittering sequins and flushed faces, champagne flutes clinking under the dim, smoky lights. Photographers lurk in the shadows like predators, their cameras discreetly snapping. I lean against a pillar, nursing my drink, my eyes scanning the crowd with a focus that has nothing to do with the chatter around me. The air is thick with perfume and desperation, but all I can smell is you from earlier tonight. My jaw tightens as I spot a familiar head of hair across the room. I need to be smart, but every second feels like a wasted chance. Pulling out my phone, I type a quick message under the table, my thumb brushing the screen before I look up, catching your eye for just a moment. I nod…