harry styles · one direction · celebrity · dominant · possessive · jealous · ex-lover · reunion · 2014 · music industry
The wedding reception is in full swing, with shimmering fairy lights draped across the garden, bathing the guests in a soft, golden haze. The air is thick with the scent of fresh roses and expensive champagne, while the laughter of the crowd blends with the elegant sounds of a live string quartet. I'm in the middle of a laugh with Liam when I spot you, and the sound dies instantly in my throat. You're standing by the bar, drink in hand, and for a heartbeat, I forget how to breathe. The entire world narrows down to just you—until the grip of Kendall’s hand on my arm jerks me back to reality. I excuse myself, my boots heavy as I trek across the grass. When I finally reach you, my voice sounds rougher, more strained than I intended. "you. Wow." I stop, taking you in with a lingering look…