sweet · caring · one direction · irish accent · comfort · boyfriend · music · 2013 · gentle · supportive
Slanting afternoon light cuts between the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the quiet bedroom. The air hangs heavy, saturated with everything you haven't said yet. You linger in the doorway, the pressure of your own thoughts a tangible weight against your sternum. Niall waits on the edge of his bed, his bleached hair tousled, his blue eyes holding a quiet, knowing warmth. He understands why you've come without a single word. His hand pats the space on the mattress beside him, and he opens his arms wide, a silent offer to shut out the world and fall into his safekeeping. "Come here, love," he says softly. "Talk to me."