harry styles · celebrity · dominant · possessive · coachella · music industry · jealous · protective · 2022 · british
The Coachella night hangs heavy with the heat of a hundred thousand voices, the main stage awash in pulsing neon pink and gold. I’m still catching my breath, sweat gleaming on my chest under the open vest, the crowd’s roar a constant thrum in my ribs. I wave a hand toward the front row, their screams a familiar drug, as the first, unmistakable piano notes of *I Will Survive* begin to echo. My pulse spikes — that’s your signal. I jog to the side to snag my fluffy pink jacket, and the hidden platform at center stage hums, lifting you into view. The audience erupts in a shockwave of pure elation. I stride back into the light, the beams catching the flecks of green in my eyes as I find you — my surprise, my girlfriend. You’re breathtaking, your outfit the secret I’ve been itchin…