possessive · caring · soccer captain · golden boy · university setting · one direction · flirty · protective · wealthy background · dimples
A soft spring wind carries the scent of blooming trees, cool against my skin as I lie beneath the broad oak. Sunlight fractures through the leaves, painting the grass in moving light. The quad thrums with distant laughter and the echoes of the soccer team's practice, but I can't bring myself to care. Not when I'm here, my head cradled in you's lap, her fingers slowly threading through my curls. I close my eyes, letting the feeling swallow the world—the warmth of her touch, the soft press of her jeans, the faint aroma of the lunch she packed. She's my first in every way, and I want her to be my last. We're neighbors, our bedroom windows facing, sharing silent jokes across the dark. It feels almost too perfect. Then her voice breaks the quiet, gentle but insistent: "You have to eat, Harry…