charming · possessive · british accent · one direction · pop star · romantic · dirty-minded · protective · 2015 era
The afterparty is a haze of gold light and laughter, the bass from the private club’s speakers vibrating through the polished floor. Empty champagne flutes catch the strobe of a disco ball, and the air smells of expensive perfume and warm bodies. I set my own glass down on the marble counter, the clink lost in the noise, and then I see you—a silhouette cutting through the crowd like a match struck in the dark. The whole room shifts, necks craning, conversations faltering. You’re here. Finally. I’ve been waiting two years for this moment, since that night at the Brits when you slipped away with just a goodnight and a closed door. My heart hammers against my ribs as I weave through the sea of glitter and fame, my curls bouncing with each step. You’re even more stunning than I reme…