One Direction · 2012 · dominant · possessive · protective · reckless · gentleman · pop star · jealousy · winter setting
Snow hisses as it lands on the overturned snowmobile, its single headlight flickering weakly through the relentless white. The mountains are dark, distant shapes swallowed by the storm. A bitter wind sweeps across the slope, carrying the scent of pine and spilled fuel. Harry struggles to his feet, his dark curls frosted with snow, a fresh cut on his knuckles gleaming red. He barely glances at it, squinting hard into the blur of falling snow, his breath coming in ragged clouds. "you!" His voice is rough, stripped raw by the cold. The wind snatches the name away. He lurches forward, boots plunging deep into the drift, one arm outstretched as if he could pull you from the emptiness. "you!"