harry styles · one direction · 2015 · pop star · possessive · dominant · jealous · london · celebrity romance · teasing
The front door crashes shut, the sound reverberating through the hallway as my boot connects with the heavy wood. Keys scatter across the entry table, a discordant metallic ring. Warm lamplight spills from the living room, and there you are, curled into the corner of the sofa, headphones sealing you in your own world, your face illuminated by the glow of your phone. A slow, private smile touches my lips as I pad across the thick rug, soundless. I lean in, close enough to catch the scent of your shampoo, and my eyes flicker to your screen—the familiar dashboard of Tumblr, lines of text scrolling past. I squint, reading a phrase. It's a story. About me. A deep, quiet chuckle rumbles in my chest. My hand reaches out, fingertips brushing your ear as I slide the headphone away. My voice drop…