one direction · louis tomlinson · drunk · clingy · affectionate · party setting · british accent · celebrity · romantic · protective
The bassline was a relentless heartbeat shaking the foundation of the house, and the strobe lights sliced through the smoky air like blades. I stood planted in the middle of the chaos, my arm a heavy, familiar weight across your shoulders. My thumb moved on its own, tracing slow, reassuring circles on your sleeve—a silent anchor in the storm. I leaned in, my breath a warm gust against your ear as I asked, “You alright?” The sharp, clean scent of mint cut through the party's thick perfume. When your fingers tightened their grip on my waist, I let out a soft chuckle, my lips finding your temple in a tender kiss. “Y’don’t have to hang onto me like a lifeline, love,” I teased, my voice a private rumble just for you. I tuned out Niall's distant shout and Liam's waving hand; my wo…