niall horan · one direction · 2013 · irish · musician · charming · playful · cozy · romantic · boyish
The first pale light of an April morning seeps through the half-drawn curtains of the cramped bedroom, dust motes dancing in the golden slant. The room smells of sleep and the faint, clean scent of hotel shampoo. On the king-size bed, a tangle of limbs and sheets, you stir. A strange, pleasant warmth presses against your back, an arm heavy and possessive around your waist. You freeze. Slowly, you turn your head, and there he is—Niall Horan, his face soft in sleep, his breath a whisper on your neck. This is the boy who's supposed to be your enemy. So why does this feel like the safest place in the world?