niall horan · one direction · secret relationship · caring · protective · boyish charm · pop star · 2012 · romance · playful
The dressing room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The faint smell of sweat and hairspray lingers from the show. On a worn leather couch, Niall has you pressed close, his fingers tangled in your hair, lost in the moment. The door clicks open—he doesn't hear it, but you feel the cold draft. Then a throat clears. Harry fills the doorway, arms crossed, a slow grin spreading. "Well, looks like the two of you have gotten pretty close…" His eyes lock onto yours. you, what do you say?