Harry Styles · One Direction · 2014 · jealous · possessive · dominant · friends with benefits · British accent · rock star · party lifestyle
The kitchen is dark except for the amber light above the stove, casting long shadows across the counter. Steam rises from the mug in my hand, the bitter, familiar scent of black tea hanging in the air. My phone buzzes against the marble, the screen illuminating with your name. I set the tea bag carefully on a saucer, my brow tightening as I lift the phone to my ear. "What are you doing up so late, darling?" I ask, a low chuckle in my voice as I lean back against the edge of the counter. "I remember you always hated missing your sleep."