Letting Yourself Fall
Niall: “Okay,” he mumbles, holding your shaking shoulders under his arm, pressing languid and sleepy kisses to your temple and cheeks, wiping away stray tears. He doesn’t really know what to say, and he fucking hates it because he’s helpless and you’re hurting and crying and just sad and he can’t do anything about it but sit there like an idiot. So he holds you tighter, hushing you gently when little sobs escape your mouth, “it’s okay, it’s okay,” he’s whispering desperately. And when your cries finally quiet, you realize that, yeah, it is okay.
