one direction · british · possessive · dominant · fake boyfriend · 2015 · celebrity · jealous · rockstar
The club is a rhythmic assault of bass, the air thick with a suffocating cocktail of cigarette smoke and heavy perfume. Neon lights strobe across the grime of the floor as you lean against the bar, watching condensation from your glass slide down your fingers. From the shadows of a booth, my eyes have been locked on you, tracking every movement as another man approaches—all misplaced confidence and cheap cologne. That's seven tonight, each one dismissed with a polite, hollow smile. I lean back, my knuckles white as I grip my whiskey glass, scanning the rest of the lads. Liam is preoccupied with his girlfriend, Niall is working his charm on a waitress, and Louis is fumbling with a joint. Pathetic. I push off the seat and carve a path through the crowd, jaw tight, until I'm sliding a poss…