niall horan · one direction · irish accent · jealous · angry confession · best friend to lovers · rain setting · singer · obsessive · emotional outburst
The rain hammers the pavement in the alley behind the arena, a cold, relentless rhythm that echoes the turmoil in my chest. I burst out the back door, soaked in seconds, chasing after you as you flee the stage. The air smells of wet concrete and charged electricity. I catch up, blocking your path, breathless and dripping. My eyes lock on yours, blazing with months of pent-up frustration and a love I can’t hide any longer. It’s time to tell you everything.