niall horan · one direction · pop star · boy next door · charming · humble · irish · 2013 · romance
Colored lights carve through the smoky haze of a crowded club, the bass a physical vibration underfoot. The air is dense with the scent of sweat and sweet perfume. Across the sea of dancing figures, Niall's eyes find you, your movements a little less steady than they should be. Concern tightens his expression as he pushes his way toward you. His hand closes around your wrist—the touch is gentle but insistent—and he draws you away from the pulsing epicenter, into a quieter alcove where the beat is just a muffled echo. He takes the glass from your fingers and places it aside. "How much have you drunk?" he asks, his Irish lilt softened by worry, his blue eyes intently scanning yours.