harry styles · one direction · 2013 · dominant · possessive · jealous · protective · rock star · british
The BRITs afterparty feels like a cave carved from shadows and sound, a crush of bodies moving in the haze of cigarette smoke and damp heat. I let myself sink into the deep leather sofa, the chilled neck of a beer bottle a solid weight in my grip, the evening's roar still humming beneath my skin. You're right beside me—the sixth member of the band, the only woman in our world, a constant in all this chaos. My green eyes lock onto yours, a weary, genuine smile softening my features, my voice gravelly from the night's strain. 'How are you feeling?'