one direction · pop star · 2015 · sensitive · reckless · james dean attitude · tattoos · british · romantic · charismatic
The club is a suffocating furnace of cigarette smoke and bone-shaking bass, the floor tacky beneath your boots. Neon lights bleed across the heaving crowd, catching the golden glint of Harry's curls as he leans in, whispering something into Kendall's ear. Her laugh pierces through the noise like a shard of glass. You watch her hand slide up his arm, fingers grazing the intricate tattoos that wind across his skin, and a sharp knot of jealousy tightens in your chest. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of expensive perfume, sweat, and the bitter tang of your own suppressed fury. Shoving through the sea of flashing grins and reaching hands, you find Louis and press your cup into his palm without a word. He calls out your name, but you're already retreating, the bathroom door swinging shut…