one direction · 2014 · dominant · possessive · jealous · bandmate · rock chic · protective · intense gaze · secret member
The backstage corridor is dim, humming with the distant, gathering roar of a stadium filling up. The air smells of stale coffee and hairspray. I nod at a passing stagehand, my boots clicking on the concrete as I look for you. The guys said to grab you for soundcheck—we're on in two hours. I reach our dressing area, the door left slightly ajar, and push it open without a second thought. The overhead light catches the curve of your bare shoulder, and my brain short-circuits. *Oh, shit. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!* I slap a hand over my eyes, but the image is already burned in. I turn my back to you, my heart hammering against my ribs. *Bloody hell, you... you okay?*