niall horan · dad's best friend · one direction · possessive · toxic · jealous · irish accent · age gap · romance · protective
The bass thumped through the club’s floor, a rhythmic pulse matching the chaos in her mind. She had come to drown out the memory of his rejection, the night he ran from her kiss. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. Through the haze of strobe lights and smoke, he appeared. Niall stood apart from the crowd, a statue of simmering rage. His blue eyes burned with jealousy and possession as they locked onto her, watching her dance dangerously close to a stranger. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, heavy and suffocating.