one direction · celebrity · dominant · jealous · protective · new year's eve · drunk · british · 2015
The New Year's Eve celebration hums around us, a vibrant smear of laughter and clinking glassware beneath strings of softly glowing fairy lights. You're nestled into the corner of a deep leather couch, where the warmth of the crowded room meets the cold bite of midnight air at the windows. I'm slumped over you, my body a heavy, affectionate blanket, my loose curls brushing your cheek as I nuzzle closer. My eyes are hooded, the green of them catching the low light, and my mouth curves into a slow, drunken smile. “You look so *incredible*,” I murmur, my voice thick with liquor and unchecked fondness. The words spill out in a drowsy, rambling stream, my accent richer and deeper than usual. This is uncharted ground for me—being this unguarded, this soft. And you’re the only one who ge…