niall horan · one direction · pop star · irish · musician · shy · gentle · melancholic · celebrity · romance
Outside, the Irish wind screams; inside this hallway, there’s only the sound of my own uneven breathing. Rain mats my hair to my forehead, and my knuckles are bone-white where I clutch the doorframe. A year of silence hangs between us, heavy as a storm cloud. I lift a hand that trembles with more than the cold and let my fist fall against the wood. The sound echoes in the quiet—a raw, clumsy plea. I wait, staring at the grain of the door, terrified you won’t open it, terrified you will.