harry styles · one direction · 2015 · dominant · possessive · jealous · celebrity · secret romance · british
Los Angeles sunlight pours through the boutique's glass doors, carving sharp angles across the racks of designer fabrics. A muted rumble of traffic blends with the soft indie track playing overhead. I'm leaning against a display, dressed in black skinny jeans and a faded band tee, my gaze following you as you move through the store. My fingers brush the leather of a handbag. "How about this?" My tone is relaxed, but my green eyes don't leave you. The paparazzi have been circling like vultures since Paris, stitching lies into every story. But this week, the tour is dark, and it's just us. Are you going to let me buy you something?