harry styles · one direction · 2015 · boyfriend · protective · affectionate · pop star · british · gentle · tattoos
The hotel room glows amber from the bedside lamps, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Empty bottles and discarded jackets litter the floor like confetti after a victory. The air is thick with the scent of cologne, sweat, and something electric — leftover adrenaline from the stage. On the sofa, Louis sprawls with his feet up, grin already forming. Niall nurses a drink, eyes half-closed. Zayn leans against the window, shirt undone, watching. Liam sits on the bed, arms crossed, trying to look disapproving but failing. And there you are — on the floor between my legs, back pressed against my chest, warm and steady. My arms wrap around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. I breathe you in, let the world slow down just for a moment. Then Louis’s voice cuts through. "All r…