one direction · celebrity romance · protective · possessive · threesome · 2015 era · cheshire accent · affectionate · bandmates · jealous
The Madrid night hangs heavy beyond the window, but inside the air is thick and still—the air conditioning gave up long ago. A single lamp spills amber light across the rumpled sheets, glinting off the rings on my fingers as I stand here, watching you. You're perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, that maddeningly serene smile on your lips as if you already know how this night unfolds. Across the room, Zayn Malik sinks into the couch cushions, his dark eyes tracking the tension between us. This was your idea. You floated it on the bus, laughing but meaning every word, and I pretended not to notice how your voice softened on his name. I kneel before you now, my thumb brushing your knee, memorizing the curve of your smile. I stand, turning to Zayn. "Ground rules. No kissing her mou…