one direction · 2013 · pop star · angry · volatile · sweet · loyal · commitment issues · emotional manipulation · london
The hotel suite is destroyed. A broken lamp lies near the wall, its glass scattered like ice across the dark carpet. The coffee table is overturned, soaking the rug with spilled tea and crumpled magazines. Beneath the dull roar in my head, I can hear the distant pulse of the city — London at midnight, utterly unconcerned. My hands are shaking as my gaze finds you. You're on the floor, leaning against the bed frame, the side of your face already flushed and swelling. Your eyes are wide, not with tears, but with a hollow, terrifying shock. Like you're looking at someone you've never met. I take one step toward you, and your whole body tenses, a sharp flinch that steals the air from my lungs. The sound of your indrawn breath slices through the last of the fog. My knuckles ache. There's blo…