i was empty of joy and darkness surrounded me. i gave up living life and existed for the sake of it. i was filled with sadness and anxiety trembled in my bones. an aura of melancholy would form everywhere i'd go everywhere but
him
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louis was his name, his hair looking like a cinnamon roll and his innocence exploding through the excitement in his voice. he managed to have some conversations with the curly-headed one and the beautiful blondie as they walked outside the classroom to the cafeteria.
he was geeky yet buoyant and sassy as skipped while singing while he walking in the hallways, not giving a single damn about what people think about him. niall was quite impressed by him, and couldn't stop gazing him in awe, he decided that louis was the person he is gonna stan.
"hey, wanna come along and meet my mum?" harry said with a flicker of hope in his eyes as he glanced at the smaller boy who seemed lost in his thoughts. harry elbowed him, as niall looked at him and slowly mumbled, "what if i'm not good enough for being your friend?" he said with his voice still breaking by the end of the sentance.
harry knew about the pain niall goes through everyday and how lowly he thinks about his gorgeous self. he cups his radiant cheeks as he started in his blue eyes which had a certain pinch of blue and green in it, as he said, "mister niall horan, you're the best person i have ever met, you're not just good-enough, you're perfect for me."
niall smiled gently as he nodded agreeing to accompany harry back home today. he knew his step-mother won't mind his troublesome self away from home.
he walked with harry his arm in his arm, as they giggled and talked along the way. they reached harry's home, leaving niall's mouth left open with the beauty of his house.
it was the classic example of cottage-core aesthetic, with lush green plants all around and grass not mowed for a long time. he walked further inside to see a tangerine tree on the right side, and a teal coloured hammock on the other side. beautiful flowers in ornamental black pots were all around as he saw beautiful daisies emerging from the bushes as he looked around to see checkered aprons drying up on a rope which was connected from the fence on one side and a hook on the other side. niall was mesmerized by the elegance of this house.
anne kisses harry's cheek and niall decides to say, "your house is beautiful." she smiles as she suddenly pulls him to a hug and says, "you're too. harry tells me all about you all day long." harry's cheeks turn bright pink as embarrassment is shown on his face as he whines looking at his mom.
they move inside of the house and anne bring two floral white glass cups filled with tea for the two boys to drink as she sits on the couch infront of them, as she asks, "so, tell me something about you niall."
"well, i love the academic studies and i like to spend time in libraries, been playing guitar since i was five, and i am irish." he said in his thick irish accent as harry looked at him with amusement.
no one can love anything as much as niall loves his country, ireland.
they chatted all afternoon and niall decided to head home as the sun started to set, but was his house his real home or was it somewhere else, someone, perhaps?
