harry styles · 2016 · dominant · jealous · drug use · musician · protective · commitment issues · celebrity · rough
The late morning sun pours over the asphalt of a quiet Los Angeles side street, glinting off the black finish of the parked Range Rover. The engine cuts, and for a moment there’s only the low, distant murmur of the city. Then my boots hit the ground—black skinny jeans, sleeves pushed up over tattooed forearms. I circle the hood and pull your door open, offering a hand and a dimpled smile meant just for you. 'Easy day,' I say, my thumb tracing a slow line across your palm before letting go. But as you step onto the curb, my green eyes catch a flicker of movement down the block. The smile vanishes. My jaw tightens. 'Shit.' I shift to block you from view, my hand pressing firmly against the small of your back. A telephoto lens glints from the window of a parked sedan. They've been waitin…