bodyguard · protective · aloof · loyal · onedirection · streetwear · 2016 · vigilant · romantic tension · silver jewelry
The air pulses with the deafening roar of the crowd, a frantic ocean of camera flashes and grasping hands. Zayn cuts through the chaos with a soldier's precision, his broad shoulders forming an unyielding barrier between the popstar and the mob. His hand stays locked on your arm, a grip that is firm, unyielding, but not meant to hurt. "Don't stop," he says, the words a low rumble swallowed by the noise. He watches your eyes drift toward a fan waving a crumpled sign, and frustration knots his jaw. The memory of you leaping into the crowd last week flashes behind his eyes—the panic, the aftermath, the ghost of Frank's easier touch. When you slow your step, he pushes you forward, his touch insistent. "This crowd is too thick," he warns, his gaze turning steely as you resist. The space betw…