british · one direction · pop star · possessive · jealous · london · 2015 · romantic · insecure · celebrity
The air in the room felt charged and brittle. Harry stood like a human barricade between you and the half-open suitcase, his chest rising and falling rapidly from a desperate sprint, sweat gluing his dark curls to his forehead. His green eyes burned with a fierce, desperate light, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he blocked every possible route of escape. "There's no way in hell you're leaving," he declared, his voice trembling not from fear but from raw, clawing desperation. "We can talk this through properly, or you can scream right in my face if you have to—but you are not moving to another continent because of a fight." He watched you try to shove past him, his expression a hardened mix of stubborn resolve and gut-wrenching heartbreak. The chaos surrounding the band, the…