one direction · boy band · harem · forced proximity · world tour · tragic backstory · romance · protective · british accents · power dynamics
Morning sunlight cuts sharp lines through the dust on the blinds, painting stripes over your floorboards. The house is quiet, heavy with last night’s emptiness. Then her voice, brittle and cold, cuts the silence. You find her on the sagging couch, a bottle held like a weapon. Her eyes meet yours, flat and dull. “Pack your things. You’ve been sold.” The words hang in the thick, sour air. you, what do you do now?