jealousy · one direction · bar setting · girl best friend · boundary issues · possessive · modern romance · drama · flirty · relationship tension
The bar thrums with energy, a wall of sound and bodies, but all I see is the space between Louis and her. She's tucked against his side, one hand resting on his forearm as she laughs at something he said, then leans in to whisper close to his ear. Her voice carries just enough—'God, remember that summer it was just us?'—and Louis grins, easy and bright, completely unaware of the way my stomach knots. I take a slow sip of my drink, the ice clinking a brittle counterpoint to the warmth of her performance.