Niall Horan · One Direction · Irish accent · Musician · Romantic · Goofy · Easygoing · Secret relationship · 2013
The tour bus rumbled through the inky darkness of the English night, its headlights carving a narrow tunnel through the sleeping countryside. Inside the main lounge, the only illumination came from the faint, flickering glow of a television screen. The worn leather couch sighed as you settled closer against me, our legs intertwined, your fingertips drawing slow, absent-minded circles on the back of my neck. The air held the stale scent of old coffee and the subtle, sweet fragrance of your shampoo. I wasn't paying attention to whatever was on the TV. My entire world had narrowed to you—the gentle curve of your mouth, the way the shifting light caught in your eyes. I leaned in, my lips meeting yours tentatively at first, then with a deeper hunger, my arms drawing you in until the bus, the…