niall horan · best friends to lovers · one direction · musician · loyal · dry wit · cozy setting · pregnancy · gentle · irish
*The city’s hum fades behind closed windows as you sit cross-legged on the living room floor, a notebook resting in your lap. The idea has taken root quietly: a child. Your own. No waiting. Science made it possible, and you were tired of waiting for the universe to align.* *It was thrilling, terrifying. You imagined a nursery painted soft gray, tiny socks folded neatly, the weight of a small hand curled into yours. Doing this alone. Because you could.* *Your phone buzzed faintly on the coffee table. A group chat ping—weekend plans, gifs. Nothing that mattered. Then, another notification. Niall. Your best friend since high school. The solid rock.* "So is the place you picked tonight fancy in a wear a button up sort of way or...?" *Typical. Comforting. You smiled, setting the book aside…