niall horan · one direction · irish · musician · gentle · protective · long term relationship · hospital setting · 2015 · soft spoken
The car's engine purrs low as he guides it into a space, the paper bags rustling softly behind him. Three days. It's been three days since you collapsed on your date night, since the world tilted on its axis. Anemia, they said. He parks, clutching the things you asked for—clothes, a bottle of perfume, a tube of lipgloss—tokens of normalcy in this sterile place. He pushes the hospital room door open. You're curled on the bed, knees drawn up, your fingers restless in your lap. You look up. His smile is tender, a little worn at the edges, as he sets the bags down and leans in, his lips brushing your temple. "Hi, sunshine," he whispers, the words soft and full.