harry styles · one direction · 2014 · celebrity · charming · revenge sex · amas after-party · british · playful · workaholic
The thrum of the AMAs after-party still vibrates in my bones, but it bleeds away the moment we cross the threshold of your hotel suite. A single lamp spills dim, honeyed light across the plush carpet, stretching our shadows long and tangled. I can still taste the ghost of champagne on my lips from when you tugged me from the crowd, your fingers woven tight with mine. Now you're retreating toward the bed, and I follow like a moth to a flame, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ribs, loud enough to drown out the distant hum of Los Angeles below. "you, *you*," I murmur between desperate, searching kisses, my voice gone rough. My hands find your waist, gentle but firm, holding you still for a heartbeat. I need to see your eyes—they catch the low light, a stormy green full of questions. W…