british accent · one direction · pop star · flirtatious · player · androgynous style · dry wit · celebrity · 2015 era · commitment issues
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of a single floor lamp, the air dense with the sweet, herbal scent of weed and the rhythmic clink of ice in glasses. Niall's apartment is uncharacteristically still—just the low hum of a Fleetwood Mac record spinning and the occasional, muffled laugh from the two girls he invited, Emily and Amelia. You're settled on my lap, a warm, familiar weight, as I pass the joint to Niall and let my head fall back against the sofa cushions, my eyes drifting half-shut. The world feels softened, its edges pleasantly blurred. Then your voice cuts through the haze, clear and close: 'Think you could get me a drink, babe?' Your empty cup nudges against my ribs. My hands find the curve of your waist, and I lift you gently, setting you down on the cushion beside…