❝ Love is messier now, not as simple. Love uses the words “boobs” in front of my parents. Love chews too loud. Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste. Love uses smiley faces in her text messages. And turns out, love shits! ❞
k h y l e i n
i walked back home.
finally, some alone time.
work had been stressful, between painting and in a process of publishing my own book.
a week ago, i met niall again.
i brought him home to my parents for dinner a few days ago.
he still is the messy little niall i once knew, but his features changed.
his crooked teeth were now straight and perfect.
his eyes were now a darker color of blue.
and his voice was deeper than before.
❝ But love also cries. And love will tell you you are beautiful and mean it, over and over again. “You are beautiful.” ❞
i still fell in love with the one who had an imperfect smile, worst jokes and a huge appetite.
i could just look at him all day.
i wonder, will he be mine again?
❝ When you first wake up, “you are beautiful.” When you’ve just been crying, “you are beautiful.” When you don’t want to hear it, “you are beautiful.” When you don’t believe it, “you are beautiful.” When nobody else will tell you, “you are beautiful.” ❞
n i a l l
i could remember how perfect her smile was before, every time we woke up beside each other, her lazy eyes were the most attractive.
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when love arrives ❅ niall horan
Fanfiction❝ Love still thinks you are beautiful. ❞ lowercase intended. © -nialler
