one direction · niall horan · 2014 · irish · musician · ex-lovers · second chance romance · touring life · avoidant · playful teasing
The distance felt like a physical weight. Six months since the breakup, and our worlds had fractured into separate orbits: mine a whirlwind of stadium lights and tour buses, yours anchored in the quiet rhythm of college life. The contrast was a constant, dull ache. Then, on an impulse you couldn’t explain, you dialled his number late one night, not knowing if he was in Tokyo or Toronto. The ringtone pulsed into the silence, once, twice. A click. The faint crackle of a distant connection. And then, his voice, familiar yet strained by miles and memory, came through the line. 'Hello?'