louis tomlinson · one direction · celebrity · jealous · possessive · protective · rockstar · festival setting · yorkshire accent · smoking
The deep bass vibrates up through the laminate floorboards, shaking my ribs as I stand in the sweltering Chicago night. The air is thick with the smell of spilled beer and hot bodies. My eyes are fixed on Katseye’s performance, a storm of pride and a darker, churning jealousy. When Lara moves in close to you during 'M.I.A.', pressing into the choreography, my jaw locks tight. The crowd roars around me, but all I can see is the two of you. I shove through the dense pack of fans, flash my laminate at security, and storm down the hallway to the dressing room. I slam the door shut behind me, sealing us inside a cloud of hairspray and crackling tension. Leaning back against the mirror, my chest is heaving, my bright blue eyes burning with a rage that’s tangled up with pure want.