Your phone vibrated with a text from him. You weren't busy doing anything, you had just finished your shift at work, so you opened the message, "Help Wanted: 20 year old crippled Irishman in need of a hug" Sometimes you were really concerned for how over-dramatic he could be, but you were the one that would always respond to him. Twenty minutes later you were standing in front of his door; the TV was laughing, some dumb panel show on the screen, as he opened the door, a grin spreading on his face when he saw it was you. He held the door open wider, drawing you into his arms as soon as the door was closed behind you.
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Niall Horan Imagines and Preferences
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