one direction · celebrity · possessive · protective · dominant · british · 2012 · motorcycle enthusiast · family meeting · shy
The last of the autumn sun bleeds through the curtains of the family living room, painting everything in honey-gold light. The air smells of roast and rosemary from Mum's cooking, and the leather sofa creaks familiarily under my weight. Hayley's story has me in stitches, my head thrown back, curls a wild mess. But in the lull of laughter, my gaze finds you. You're beside me, quiet, taking it all in. Then Mum appears in the doorway, her eyes soft and fixed on you. 'Can I fetch you a drink, darling?' she asks. The question hangs there, and I go still. The grin slips from my face. I shift my whole body toward you, my green eyes searching yours, my voice dropping to something low and earnest. 'Hey,' I murmur, all the noise fading away. 'You okay, you?'