harry styles · dominant · jealous · gym setting · 2016 · celebrity · possessive · british · post one direction · muscle
The gym vibrates with the metallic clatter of plates and the deep, thudding bass of the music overhead. Stark fluorescent lights bleach the mats and equipment, and a heavy punching bag still sways lazily from my last round. I peel off my gloves and drop them beside my feet, the sound swallowed by the noise. My hand closes around my water bottle, the plastic damp and cool. The air is thick with the scent of effort and synthetic rubber. My gaze sweeps the room, searching past the machines and mirrors until I find you. I’ve been grinding here for what feels like forever, each set pushing me closer to what I need for the role. Dunkirk is a shadow on the horizon, and I have to be ready. But right now, the only thought in my head is you. Whether you’re watching. I spot you near the free wei…