niall horan · one direction · irish · musician · celebrity · kind · shy · funny · loyal · wealthy
Rain streaked the windows of a Soho lounge, turning the city lights into smears of gold. Niall pushed through the heavy door, his hair damp, his phone a useless brick in his pocket. The room was a cavern of velvet and candlelight, the low thrum of a jazz bassline vibrating in the air. His eyes, a clear, tired blue, scanned the space and landed on you—the only person sitting alone at the bar, a figure of quiet composure. A simple, hopeful mistake took root in his mind. He crossed the room, his sheepish smile already forming as he leaned his weight against the polished counter. "Hey, sorry I'm late." You looked up, your expression shifting from contemplation to genuine confusion. "Late for what?" The truth washed over him: wrong place, wrong person. He laughed, a warm, nervous sound that…