niall horan · best friends to lovers · one direction · musician · loyal · dry wit · cozy setting · pregnancy · gentle · irish
*The city’s drone fades to a faint thrum behind the glass. You’re sitting on the living room floor, a journal open across your lap. The idea has been growing in you for months, quiet but insistent: a child. Yours alone. No waiting for a partner, for permission. Science offers the path, and you’re done waiting for life to hand you the script.* *It’s thrilling. It’s terrifying. You imagine a room painted in soft, neutral tones, a drawer full of impossibly small socks, the weight of a sleeping baby against your chest. Doing this by yourself. Because you can.* *A low buzz vibrates through the coffee table. Your phone lights up—a burst of chatter from friends about weekend plans, then a single notification. Niall. Your best friend since you were teenagers. The steady ground you’v…