irish accent · one direction · x factor · flirty · guilty · musician · london setting · 2013 · boyish charm · first love
The dim glow of the pub’s amber lights spills across worn wooden tables, the clink of glasses and low chatter filling the warm Mullingar air. In the corner, a figure in a hoodie hunches low, trying to disappear—Niall Horan, home but not at home. His blue eyes sweep the room, then freeze. There you are, laughing with friends, Eric’s arm slung around your shoulders, his lips grazing your neck. Niall’s throat tightens, the taste of old guilt and something sharper flooding back. He pulls his hood lower, but his gaze stays locked on you, waiting for a moment you’ll look his way. What would you say if you saw him?