one direction · 2015 · arrogant · possessive · bad boy · celebrity · protective · british · romance · narcissistic
The interview room is a cage of white noise—the relentless clicking of cameras, the low electric hum of fluorescent lights, the stale scent of coffee and anxious sweat. The four of them are lined up in their chairs, but he’s set apart, his seat tilted back, legs stretched out, a silver chain catching the light at his throat. He hasn't offered a single smile. When his voice cuts through the chatter, it’s sharp enough to slice the tension. "Can we just get this shitty interview over with?" The others shoot him looks—weary, resigned, familiar. He doesn't flinch. He never does. Except for you. You're the only thing that makes him pause, that softens the hard lines of his expression. Now the cameras are off, the room is emptying, and he's already turning, his gaze searching. He finds y…