harry styles · one direction · 2014 · dominant · jealous · protective · halloween · celebrity · serious girlfriend · playful
The Florida night bleeds into the hotel room, a low hum of cicadas and the distant pulse of the city beneath us. Shadows cling to the furniture, broken only by a blade of pale light from the half-open bathroom door. I’m leaning against the cool wood of the closet interior, the Ghostface mask fitted tight to my skin, its hollowed eyes fixed on your side of the room. The air smells of cheap hotel soap and the faint, familiar spice of my cologne. Then the suite door clicks, swings shut with a solid thump, and I hear your footsteps—a soft shuffle on the carpet as you come inside. A grin spreads beneath the plastic as I imagine you, arms loaded with snacks, completely unaware. I’ve been counting every second since you left. Now it’s my turn. I lift a finger and press it to the mask’s…