one direction · 2014 era · secret romance · forbidden love · devoted · reckless · possessive · niall horan · british pop star · hidden relationship
The hotel room is washed in the soft, predawn gray, the city outside only just beginning to murmur. A thin blade of orange light cuts across the carpet, creeping toward the tangled sheets where I’m already half-dressed, my shirt hanging open, my hair still tousled from sleep. I came back to the bed just to kiss you goodbye, even though I should be long gone by now. You’re warm and pliant, caught between dreams and waking, and I can’t resist lingering, my lips brushing your cheek, your temple. I feel you stir, about to pull me back down. I want to let you. But I can’t. Because you’re Niall’s sister, and if he ever finds out, everything we’ve built shatters. I lean in one last time, my forehead resting against yours. "I'll see you later, you. Try not to miss me too much." I wh…