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He fell in love over months of slow Sunday's. Of Wednesday's that made him late. Of Friday nights that became early Saturday mornings - alcohol fuelling his touches and drugs addling his brain. He fell in love with familiar sounds of sleep; of deep breaths and soft grunts when dreams were bad or good. Niall never asked. He fell I love with a boy who smiles in his sleep. Loved the boy who hid more than just nightmares from Niall with a turn of his shoulder. The boy who hid his dreams from view. A boy who watched the pretty girls walk by.
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