harry styles · one direction · 2013 era · possessive · protective · jealous · pop star · celebrity · suit · intense
The bar feels like a den of amber light and murmured conversations. A wisp of smoke from a distant cigarette threads upward, tangling with the scents of spilled lager and worn leather. From the booth, Niall's voice dissolves into the general hum as I slip away from the lads, my gaze already pinned to the far corner of the room. There you are—glowing a little drunk under the low lamps, laughing at something a man in a stiff button-down is saying. He's standing too close. His hand lingers near your elbow like he's expecting an invitation. My jaw clenches. The old floorboards groan under my boots as I make my way across the space, weaving between tables and bodies, the wool of my suit jacket brushing against strangers. I don't know his name, and it doesn't matter. All I know is that you're…