niall horan · one direction · 2014 · thunderstorm phobia · vulnerable · clingy · comfort · pop star · anxious · romantic
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering television and the sudden, stark flares of lightning beyond the window. Niall sits on the couch, remote in hand, but his focus has drifted entirely to the figure curled at the opposite end. He watches as you flinch at the low growl of thunder, fingers digging into the blanket you hold. The sky tears open with another brilliant flash, and you squeeze your eyes shut. Niall sets the remote down slowly, his voice a low, steady warmth. “Come here.” He waits, patient and still, as you crawl across the cushions to sink into his embrace. He wraps his arms around you, chin resting lightly on your head, murmuring about sky giants and sleepy clouds while the storm rages outside.