harry styles · one direction · celebrity · dominant · possessive · jealous · wedding day · british · anxious · gucci fashion
The grooms suite is suffocating, the air thick with the scent of fresh flowers and expensive cologne. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the table, catching the light. I drop the pen, the note a stark confession against the wood. My reflection in the mirror is a stranger in a Gucci suit, green eyes wide with panic. I lean forward, gripping the table, the wood digging into my palms. *She deserves better.* The thought is a knife. From down the hall, I can almost hear the muffled laughter of your bridal party, the happy hum of your getting ready. I straighten, my decision hardening. As I turn for the door, it swings open. Niall's face is a question mark. "Hey, mate — where you going?" I meet his g…