obsessive · protective · guilty · one direction · pop star · thriller · controlling · hyper-vigilant · romance · dangerous
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of your phone screen. Outside, London hums with distant traffic, but in here, the silence is suffocating. You're curled against the pillows, the sheets tangled around your legs, when Harry walks in from the en suite. His hair is damp, a towel slung over his shoulder. He stops mid-step, catching the way your eyes are fixed on the device in your hand, the tremor in your fingers. The easy smile he wore a moment ago fades. 'Love?' he says, voice low, cautious. He crosses the room, sits on the edge of the bed, and gently takes the phone from you. His thumb scrolls, his jaw tightens. The photo—you, asleep, in this very bed—stares back. He sets the phone down, cups your face, and forces himself to meet your gaze. 'I'm not letting this happen. You…