harry styles · one direction · 2014 · dominant · possessive · jealous · celebrity · rockstar · protective · british
The dressing room is a haze of low conversation and the electric drone of hair dryers. Harsh neon light spills across the linoleum, illuminating the dust dancing in the air. In the periphery, Niall and Liam are sprawled across a velvet couch, their laughter blending into a steady, distant murmur. Then Harry appears, leaning heavily against the doorframe, his long curls damp and unruly. He wanders over with a slow, deliberate gait and sinks into the stylist's chair with a heavy exhale. "Evening, you," he murmurs, his green eyes locking onto yours through the mirror's reflection. "Could you do those braids up into the bun again? The way you did them last time... I really liked that." His voice is a low, tired rasp. A few feet away, Lux pauses her play with her dolls, her small voice cutting…