The bass pulses through Niall’s apartment, bodies fill every room, this party’s no different to any other he throws; people are making out left, right and centre, joints are being passed around and people are doing coke in the kitchen. Of course, I’m wasted. Too many shots, a few lines of coke. My vision’s hazy, senses on high alert.

You went off to speak to Chloe, one of your close friends, and I’m stood in the lounge with Niall, who’s just come back from fucking a blonde in his room. Saw them dancing earlier, then he vanished. The way he walked back down with a grin told the story in itself.

I smirk, patting him on the back. “Had fun, mate? You seem very happy.”

He chuckles, words slurred. “Fun’s an understatement. She was incredible, H. The head was insaneee.”

“I can tell, your face said it all,” I laugh, shaking my head. “You’ll be onto the next blonde soon.”

“You’re probably right,” he shrugs. “I’m single, making the most of it. You were the same before y/n.”

“I was, but I’ve got my girl, innit?” I take a drag of a joint. “Don’t need anyone else.”

“Lucky you, mate. She’s a good’un.” Then his eyes widen. “Uh—might’ve spoken too soon. That’s your girl, right? With that guy?”

I follow his gaze, my eyes darkening. My voice drops sharp. “What the actual fuck?”

My jaw clenches, fists balling as I watch you with some guy across the lounge. He’s too close, smirking like he owns you. Then his filthy hand rests on your hip.

I snap. Nobody touches my girl.

Even worse—why the fuck are you letting it happen?

Niall grabs my arm, but I rip away and stalk across the room. Your eyes widen as I approach.

I stand chest to chest with him. “Don’t ever fucking touch my girl again,” I sneer, shoving him hard so he stumbles back. “You’re lucky there’s people here, or you’d have a broken jaw.”

He steadies, smirking. “She didn’t seem to mind.”

“Big fucking mistake,” I growl, raising my fist.

Before I can swing, you grab me. I whirl on you, eyes blazing. “Don’t fucking test me, y/n. You knew how I’d react.”

“I didn’t even do anything wrong. I didn’t have the chance to push him off before you stormed over,” you plead. “Don’t hit him, please.”

A low growl leaves me. I grab your waist, dragging you through the crowd. “Didn’t do anything wrong? You were flirting with another man. If it was me and a girl, you’d lose your fucking mind.”

You don’t respond. Good.

I shove open the downstairs bathroom door, lock it, and pin you against the sink. My chest heaves. You turn your head away.

“Eyes on me. Only me.” I grip your chin, forcing your gaze. “Don’t look at the wall.”

“Wow… someone’s jealous tonight, hm?” you taunt, tilting your head, eyes dark with desire.

My smirk sharpens. Your defiance pisses me off, but fuck, it turns me on. I feel a twitch in my jeans. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.”

You trace my jawline with your fingertip. “Am I, really? I don’t think I am.”

Tension burns. I snatch your wrist, pulling your hand away. “This what you wanted? Did it on purpose, got me riled up? You wanted to get fucked in the bathroom like the filthy little slut you are, didn’t you, pretty girl?”