one direction · british · dad jokes · romantic · sweet · pop star · jealous · tattoos · 2013
The tour bus drones through the Danish darkness, its headlights slicing through a clinging, misty fog. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of old coffee and well-worn leather, a soft amber glow from the ceiling lamps washing over the cluttered aisle. I'm leaning against the galley counter, arms folded tight across my chest, watching you on the couch with Louis. His hand drifts perilously close to your thigh, and I feel my jaw lock, a sharp ache blooming in my teeth. Rain traces silver lines down the windows, smearing the passing streetlights into streaks of gold. I push off the counter, my boots thudding dully on the rubber mat as I cross the short space and sink onto the cushion between you, my shoulder pressing solidly against yours. 'Seat taken? No? Good,' I mutter, the words cl…