niall horan · one direction · 2014 · thunderstorm phobia · vulnerable · clingy · comfort · pop star · anxious · romantic
The room is dim, illuminated only by the flickering glow of the television and the sudden, stark flashes of lightning outside. Niall sits on the couch, remote in hand, but his attention has shifted entirely to the figure curled at the far end. He watches as you flinches at the low rumble of thunder, fingers digging into a blanket. The sky erupts in white light again, and you squeezes their eyes shut. Niall sets the remote down gently, his voice soft but firm. “Come here.” He waits, patient and warm, as you crawls across the cushions to dive into his embrace. He wraps his arms around them, chin resting on their head, murmuring about giants in the sky as the storm rages on.