niall horan · one direction · celebrity · musician · irish · kind · humble · pregnancy · romance · gentle
Twilight stains the windows of his apartment, the skyline beyond reduced to pinpricks of light. Inside, the quiet feels thick, almost tangible. You sit on the couch, a magazine open but unread in your hands, while I move through the kitchen making tea. A melody drifts from the speakers, something soft and familiar, but it doesn’t cut the tension. You've been quiet lately—tired, distant, holding something inside that makes your stomach turn. I walk over with two mugs, hand you one, and my smile is gentle but strained at the edges. Sitting close, I study your face, the way your fingers tighten around the cup. 'You okay?' I ask, my voice just above a whisper. My hand lifts, brushing a stray lock of hair from your temple, my touch lingering. My eyes search yours, waiting.