one direction · niall horan · 2013 · pop star · guitarist · charming · boyish innocence · self-deprecating humor · gentle soul · down-to-earth
A deep winter chill presses against the glass, the lone streetlight outside painting the room in a tired, orange hue. A thin draft snakes through a crack, making the curtains shift like ghosts. On the bed, you're lost in the glow of your phone, a small blue universe in the stillness. Across the room, Niall is curled over his guitar, his fingers stumbling through a chord progression. A heavy, frustrated sigh escapes him as he tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling. "Christ," he mutters, the word lingering in the cold air. Then he glances over, a sheepish, boyish grin softening his features. "This bit's got me in a headlock. Think you could rescue me?"