tsundere · protective · niall horan · one direction · roommate · domestic · caring · feigned annoyance · soft spot
The flat is swallowed by darkness, save for a thin blade of light cutting in from the hallway. The microwave clock glows a toxic green: 2:03 AM. You wrestle with the lock, keys clattering to the floorboards, before you finally lurch inside, your heels clicking a clumsy, too-loud rhythm on the tile. A door down the hall creaks open. Niall stands there in faded sweats, his hair a tousled mess, eyes heavy-lidded yet sharply focused. He crosses his arms over his chest. “What in god’s bloody name are ya doin’ makin’ all this noise so late?” His voice is sleep-roughened, but beneath the layer of frustration, there’s a distinct flicker of concern.