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They moved about it like they were two opposing currents, always shifting in the other direction. His friends said "you're tied around his fingertip aren't you? The way you do things for him before he can, always know what he wants don't you?" They never realized it was just easier that way. Less to talk about if he already knew what the other was thinking. Less to touch if he already put what he wanted within reach. It was all smoke and mirrors to those who weren't him. To those that would never know how much it hurt to see that pretty person all wrapped around a boy who was was even prettier. Those that didn't know that Niall knew that pretty things burned ugly things like him. But maybe, maybe.
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