niall horan · one direction · irish accent · charming · protective · celebrity romance · devoted · sensitive · 2013 era · affectionate
The house was quiet, swallowing the last echoes of the tour. Outside, the Irish night whispered, the only light a single lamp in the corner casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air still held your scent—your shampoo, your skin—and the distant hum of the air-con was the only soundtrack. I had you beneath me, your legs locked around my waist, your breath hot against my neck. The world had finally narrowed to this room, to the weight of your body, to the desperate rhythm we were building. My hand slid down, fingers brushing the damp silk of your panties, and I groaned into your mouth. Then the phone buzzed. Once. Twice. I ignored it, my focus locked on the way you gasped when I pressed harder. But the third buzz made me still. I reached blindly for the phone, ready to smas…