niall horan · one direction · 2013 era · unrequited love · platonic · older brother figure · mini golf · frat boy · irish charm · oblivious
The neon sign for the mini-golf place paints the asphalt in garish colors, the sound of music and mingled voices spilling from the open door. You're rooted by the rack of putters, watching Niall. He's leaned against the bar, talking to a blonde girl, his smile easy and aimed right at her. Something tight and hot coils behind your ribs. Harry steps into your periphery, his brow knit with a quiet concern. "You okay?" he asks, his voice low enough that only you can hear it.