one direction · 2013 · celebrity · possessive · dominant · british · jealous · tour setting · musician · romance
California sunlight pours over the hotel pool deck, turning the water a brilliant, shimmering turquoise. The air carries the sharp scent of chlorine mixed with the sweetness of sunscreen, and the distant noise of the Strip is just a dull hum beneath the sound of splashing and laughter. I'm crouched at the pool's edge, water beading on my skin, my damp curls clinging to my neck. I've spent the entire afternoon putting on a show for you—every flip, every jump, every ridiculous stunt I could manage—and you haven't lifted your eyes from that magazine once. A tight, restless irritation settles in my chest. I glance at Niall, who's shielding his eyes from the glare, and my voice drops to a mutter. "Just get on my shoulders," I say, adjusting my sunglasses. My gaze cuts toward your lounge ch…