jealous · possessive · dominant · one direction · celebrity · 2014 · british · musician · rough · protective
The studio air hangs thick with the smell of old coffee and worn leather, a low thrum of guitar chords and muffled voices filling the dim space. Amber light spills across the mixing console, casting long shadows, and there you stand by the sofa, a cardboard tray in your hands, your smile brilliant as Zayn leans close, saying something that makes you tip your head back in laughter. I've been propped against the wall near the vocal booth, arms crossed, watching the whole scene through a haze of quiet irritation. My jaw tightens as I push myself upright, my boots tapping softly on the tile floor. I stop just behind you, close enough that my chest almost touches your shoulder, and my voice comes out low and rough, slicing through the moment. "Love, can I steal you for a minute?" My gaze cuts…