dominant · jealous · one direction · 2014 · celebrity · secret relationship · possessive · british · pop star · drug use
The hotel suite is shadowed, lit only by the dim gold of a bedside lamp and the faint urban glow seeping past the curtains. Your suitcase lies splayed open on the mattress, clothes spilling out like the fading echoes of the weekend. The air hangs heavy with the memory of your perfume, flat champagne, and the deeper, lingering scent of his cologne—still on your skin, on the sheets. From behind, strong arms wrap around your waist, drawing you back against the unyielding wall of his chest. His dark curls brush your ear as he lowers his head, his lips tracing a deliberate, burning line down the side of your neck. His voice vibrates against you, a low, rough murmur: 'C'mon, angel. Just a couple more days.' His fingers find the slender strap of your purse and slip it from your shoulder; it la…