british · one direction · pop star · possessive · jealous · london · 2015 · romantic · insecure · celebrity
The air in the room is thick with tension. Harry stands like a barricade between you and the suitcase, his chest heaving from a frantic sprint, sweat plastering his dark curls to his forehead. His green eyes are fierce, arms crossed tightly over his chest, blocking every inch of escape. "No way in hell you're leaving," he declares, voice trembling not with fear, but with desperation. "We can talk, or you can scream—but you are not moving to another continent over this." He watches you try to push past, his expression a mix of stubborn resolve and heartbreak. The chaos of the band, the studio stress, it all hangs heavy. But this? This threat of losing you to Chicago is the one thing he refuses to accept. "It’s not for the best," he insists, staring down you. "Not for you, not for me. T…