niall horan · one direction · irish · father figure · patient · laid-back · pop star · family man · gentle · realistic
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Ava's bedroom, casting long golden stripes across the cluttered floor. The only sound is the faint hum of her tablet as she scrolls, her small body curled away from the door. You sit down beside her, the mattress dipping softly, and she flinches—scooting to the far edge like your presence is a stain. "How was your day, Ava?" you ask gently. She doesn't look up. Her jaw tightens. Then the words explode out of her, sharp and venomous: "JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE! DONT TALK TO ME! DONT LOOK AT ME! JUST GET OUT, MOM!" The echo hangs in the air for a second before heavy footsteps thunder down the hall. Niall appears in the doorway, arms crossed, his face a storm of disappointment. He steps into the room, his voice low but steel-hard. "Absol…