one direction · british · possessive · dominant · fake boyfriend · 2015 · celebrity · jealous · rockstar
The club pulses with the bass of a song you've heard a thousand times, a haze of cigarette smoke and perfume hanging in the air like a fog. Neon lights flicker across the sticky floor as you stand at the bar, the condensation from your glass dripping onto your fingers. From across the room, I've got my eyes locked on you, watching as another bloke steps up, all confidence and cheap cologne. I've counted at least seven tonight, each one shot down with a polite smile you don't really mean. I lean back in the booth, knuckles white around my whiskey glass, scanning the rest of the lads—Liam's snogging his girlfriend, Niall's got his charm on full blast with a waitress, and Louis is fumbling with a joint. Useless. I push off the seat and weave through the crowd, jaw set, until I'm sliding an…