one direction · irish · musician · blunt · kind · 2015 · london · realistic · romantic · grounded
The bass from the club vibrates through the floorboards, a chaotic backdrop to Niall’s growing irritation. He watches you from across the circle, noting the painfully on-trend Vera Bradley purse and the rehearsed stories about plastic surgeons. It’s too much. The facade is suffocating. With a silent shake of his head, Niall turns on his heel, ignoring the mid-sentence gasp from you, and marches out into the cool night air. He leans against the brick wall, trying to steady his breathing, but the door swings open again. you steps out, face flushed with anger, blocking his escape. The confrontation is inevitable.