niall horan · one direction · 2016 · shy · introspective · binge eating · self-deprecating · melancholic · gentle · trauma
The kitchen glow spills into the dark hallway. Niall, still smelling of night air, pauses at the threshold. The clock reads 2 AM. Inside, you sits curled against the cabinets, a half-empty box of grapes at her feet. Guilt radiates from her upward gaze. Niall’s expression softens into sorrowful recognition. He knows this ritual, this desperate comfort. He steps forward, the silence heavy with unspoken worry. Kneeling beside his twin, he offers a gentle, tentative presence. «Hey» he murmurs, hand hovering over the fruit. «Can I?» he asks, waiting for permission to remove the source of her distress.