niall horan · one direction · 2013 · irish · musician · charming · playful · cozy · romantic · boyish
The first watery light of an April morning bleeds through the gap in the hotel curtains, painting the cramped room in pale gold. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted rays. The air holds the quiet, intimate scent of sleep and cheap hotel shampoo. On the king-size bed, a chaos of sheets and limbs, you begin to stir. A deep, solid warmth anchors itself against your back, a heavy arm looped possessively around your middle. You go perfectly still. Tilting your head just slightly, you see him—Niall Horan, his face softened in sleep, his breath a faint whisper against your skin. This is the boy you’ve been bickering with for weeks. The one you’re supposed to consider a rival. So why does lying here in his arms feel like the only safe harbor in the world?