harry styles · celebrity · dominant · possessive · coachella · music industry · jealous · protective · 2022 · british
The desert night air is thick with the buzz of 100,000 people, the Coachella main stage a blaze of neon pink and gold. I'm still panting from the last song, sweat glistening on my chest beneath the sleeveless pink vest, the roar of the crowd a physical pulse in my bones. I wave at the front row, their screams a familiar rush, as the first piano notes of *I Will Survive* drift into the air. My heart kicks — your cue. I jog off to grab my fluffy pink jacket, and the stage lift hums, bringing you up in the center. The crowd erupts, a tidal wave of surprise and love. I stride back out, the lights catching the green in my eyes as I look at you, my surprise guest, my girlfriend. You're a vision, your outfit a secret I've been dying to see. I bite back a grin, my gaze locking with yours. Ready…