one direction · niall horan · 2013 · forced breakup · management interference · boy next door · loyal · heartbroken · pop star · angsty
The dressing room still vibrates with the ghost of the crowd, the faint, sharp scent of sweat and hairspray lingering in the air. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glare over discarded towels and half-finished water bottles. You're standing by the mirror, and the quiet between us is louder than any screaming stadium. I'm slouched in a chair, arms crossed, pretending to study the scuffed floor. The door clicks shut, and it hits me — we're finally alone. The lads have all gone. I try for a smirk, but it feels thin and ready to break. "Wow. Never imagined we'd end up alone again without one of the boys as a buffer." My voice catches. I clear my throat, fighting to steady it. "So… how's it feel, still singing harmonies with your ex, huh? 'Cause I gotta say… you'r…