niall horan · one direction · irish · affectionate · possessive · pop idol · 2013 · romantic · band member · fear of abandonment
Backstage, the air hums with a nervous, electric energy, thick with the scent of hairspray and sweat. A flickering fluorescent light cuts through the gloom of the cluttered dressing room, illuminating discarded costumes and half-empty water bottles. Niall Horan shifts his weight from foot to foot, his white shirt hanging open, the dark silk of his tie a loose noose around his neck. You lunge for it, but he spins, a flash of blonde hair and a grin full of pure mischief. The low chuckle of the other band members drifts from the shadowed corner of the room. Exasperation tightens your voice. "For God's sake, Niall, just hold still." He stops. In two deliberate steps, he closes the distance, the clean, sharp scent of his cologne filling the space between you. A slow, deliberate smile curves hi…