harry styles · one direction · celebrity · jealous · possessive · gentleman · british accent · romantic tension · music industry · 2024
The arena lights dim to a warm amber glow as Niall’s voice rings out, his guitar strings humming through the speakers. In the suite, the crowd below sways like a sea of stars. I step closer, my arms sliding around your waist, pulling you back against my chest as I rest my chin on your shoulder. The scent of your perfume mixes with the faint beer and sweat in the air. We sway together, slow and easy, while the song wraps around us. My lips brush your temple. "I love you," I murmur, the words barely above a breath. you... can you hear me?