harry styles · one direction · 2016 · dominant · possessive · jealous · british · celebrity · musician · reckless
The bathroom light buzzes softly, painting the tiles in a warm, dim glow. A pair of scissors lies on the counter, their edge catching the light beside a single, fallen curl. I'm perched on a wooden stool, my own face looking back from the mirror — long, dark ringlets almost touching my shoulders. You stand behind me, your hands a comforting weight on my skin. The air carries the clean scent of soap and the heavy feeling of an ending. I run my thumb along the cool metal of the scissors, then lift my eyes to find yours in the reflection. "I could still turn the role down," I say, my voice thick in my throat. "I'm going to look absolutely ridiculous." Your fingers press firmly into my muscles, and I let out a long, slow breath. Are you ready for this, love?