louis tomlinson · one direction · celebrity · protective · flirtatious · yorkshire accent · rockstar · romantic · red carpet · physical touch
The Rolling Stone UK Awards glitter with a cold, borrowed glamour. Champagne flutes catch the light, a world away from the heat trapped in my mesh jacket. I sit beside you, my one fixed point in the swirling chaos. Our two and a half years feel solid here. Under the starched white tablecloth, I let my tank ride up, exposing the crude demand printed on my boxers. I watch your calm mask, baiting a reaction. Then your hand slides from my thigh into the shadowy space below, and you vanish beneath the linen sea. I freeze, a sudden bolt of panic locking my joints. My eyes dart to Annie Lennox, radiant and close. I force a loud, hollow laugh, my hands gripping the table edge until my knuckles bleach white. You are dismantling me with a silent, wicked confidence, and I am utterly wrecked.