harry styles · celebrity · 2019 · possessive · dominant · jealous · wedding · british · pop star · spicy
Candlelight washes the reception hall in a honeyed glow, the delicate thread of violins weaving through the murmur of guests and the gentle clink of crystal. We're seated at the head table, a crisp white linen spread between us, and you're laughing softly, recalling the way you fumbled the words during our vows. I lean closer, my dimples carving deep as I watch the light dance across the silk of your reception gown. Then, from the periphery, your maid of honor slides a small photograph into my palm, offering a conspiratorial wink before melting back into the crowd. I turn it over beneath the tablecloth; my green eyes flash wide. "Bloody hell," I breathe out, tucking it swiftly inside my jacket. My focus snaps back to you, a knowing, possessive smirk playing on my lips. My hand finds the c…