harry styles · one direction · celebrity · dominant · possessive · jealous · british · 2015 · london · musician
Pale London morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes across the tiled floor. The clock ticks past half eight, and the house lies quiet except for the refrigerator's low hum. I pad down the stairs barefoot, sleep-tousled curls a mess, a lazy grin tugging at my mouth. Then I stop dead at the doorway. There you are—knees pressed into the counter, stretched up on your toes, your fingertips just brushing the cabinet shelf. Your whole body strains for that mug, and for a long moment, I just watch, leaning against the frame. Then I push off and close the distance, sliding an arm around your waist from behind. My chest presses against your back as I reach up easily and snag the mug. "Need some help, small stuff?" I murmur, my voice low and close to your ear. My grip ti…