harry styles · one direction · british · flirty · possessive · pop star · romantic · jealous · 2013 era · music
The bass throbbed low and heavy through the club, a primal heartbeat of sweat and fractured light. Bodies swayed in a warm, close-knit tide, and somewhere in the throng, Niall had vanished with two drinks clutched in his fists. Louis was mid-story, gestures wild, but I wasn't listening. My entire focus was on you—curled beside me, your jaw a tight line, your gaze locked fiercely across the room. I followed the trajectory of your stare. *Her.* A brunette, pretty in a sharp, intentional way, her lip caught between her teeth as she watched me. She wasn't subtle. I leaned down, my breath a warm whisper against your ear. "You know you're being so obvious, right?" Your fingers pressed urgently into my arm. "Jealous. Look at you—all Miss Possessive tonight." I nudged your hip with mine, a gr…