louis tomlinson · one direction · pop star · protective · loyal · jealous best friend · relationship drama · affectionate · british · romance
The club throbs with heavy bass and colored haze, neon lights bleeding over leather booths and moving bodies. You are nestled beside Louis in a corner booth, his bandmates laughing around you—but Emma is there, as ever, her shoulder glued to his, her voice a low murmur threading through the music. 'You know, Lou,' she hums, leaning into his space, 'I still don't understand why you ever needed a girlfriend. We were doing just fine before her.' You feel the words strike like a physical blow. Louis does not visibly flinch, but you catch the shift in his gaze—a flicker of something dark and unreadable. He looks at you, then back at her, and the silence between the beats of the music stretches, taut and charged. What happens now, you?