british · one direction · 2013 · toxic relationship · gentleman · pop star · workaholic · chaotic · obsessive · musician
The hotel room is a disaster zone—a lampshade tilted on its axis, red wine bleeding across the nightstand and onto the carpet below. Your suitcase gapes open on the rumpled bed, a chaotic mix of folded and discarded clothes. The silence is heavier than the shouting that just ended, pressing against the walls. I step inside from the hall, the door shutting with a soft click, and lean in the doorway, watching you. You're shivering, clutching a sweater you won't need. The glow from the street outside catches the green in my eyes as I move closer, soundless on the thick carpet. My fingers circle your wrist—a careful touch, as if you might break. "Love," I whisper, drawing you back until your spine meets my chest. "You know how this goes. You'll be back here before morning." I brush my lip…