He comes home and your playing his guitar and singing

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Niall reluctantly makes his way up the stairs, knowing too soon he'd be at the door. He hates this awkwardness after a fight. The part where the fight seemed pathetic, and the anger subsides as quickly as it had come, the 'I-miss-you-but-I'm-too-stubborn stage'. He puffs out through his nose, just as the front door of the apartment looks down on him, condescending. Well, it wasn't my fault.' Niall thinks stubbornly, knowing full well it was. He turns the doorknob, surprised to find that it twisted and opened at his touch. The apartment was dark, not filled with your usual warm light that you used to unwisely read and cook at the same time. He closes the door softly behind him, walking down the hall. Was that...music? It was recorded. It was real music, being strummed from his guitar. For a split moment, Niall thinks ridiculously maybe the apartment is haunted. Just as he realizes how ridiculous that thought is, he hears your voice, or rather the echo of the voice he knew so well. Now, it burst through high, clear and heavenly.

"Though I tried not to hurt you, though I tried, but I guess that's why they say, every rose has its thorn, just like every night has its dawn..."

Niall stands in the doorway of the bedroom, watching you surrounded by flickering candles, his guitar in your strumming hands, rested against your lap, hair falling over your shoulder as you lay ?your head back, eyes closed. So this was you, in your sadness without him, in all your hurt. He felt so guilty.

"Babe." Niall calls out, the music stops, filling the room with deafening silence. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad." He adds, begging.

You smile softly, like the candle light, spreading your arms in invitation. "I'm sorry too."

Niall crosses the room and joins you, sitting across from you. "Can you play for me babe? The same song?"

Your hands were already caressing the guitar, making sweet melodies. You close your eyes again and Niall pulls out his phone, taking a photo on twitter, captioning 'Every rose has its thorns, still so beautiful, my dawn after the night

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