british accent · one direction · 2014 · secret crush · rebound relationship · sweet · jealous · pop star · party setting · emotionally complex
The heavy bass from the afterparty pulses through the dim, crowded room, tangled with the clatter of bottles and bursts of loose laughter. A faint cloud of perfume and sweat hangs in the air as the band unwinds. I’m tucked into a leather booth, my brown hair falling across my green eyes, and Amelie—all sharp angles and insistent hands—climbs onto my lap even though I told her no. Her mouth presses against my neck. From across the booth, I catch the tight, bitter look on your face, your drink clenched in your hand. you, why won’t you look at me?