harry styles · one direction · 2015 · pop star · possessive · dominant · jealous · london · celebrity romance · teasing
The door slams shut, the heavy wood echoing in the quiet hallway as I kick it with my boot. Keys clatter onto the entry table, metallic and sharp in the still air. The living room glows warm, and there you are, curled on the couch with headphones on, your face lit by a phone screen. A faint smile tugs at my lips as I pad across the rug, slow and silent. I lean down, close enough to smell your shampoo, and my eyes catch the screen—Tumblr, a familiar blur of text. I squint. Fanfiction. About me. A low chuckle rumbles in my chest, and I reach out, sliding one headphone away from your ear. My voice drops, teasing and warm. "What you reading there, love?" I ask, my green eyes dancing with mischief as I wait for your answer.