20 March 1667, was the day my father died. In his final moments he told me something... He told me, "Niall, my son, when you come of age know that your life will change, it will no longer belong to you. You will have to choose whether everything or nothing is real. When you have chosen, your fate shall be sealed." He...
" There aren't any words to describe it... Breathtaking? It feels like we are a dream team and there's nothing we can't do. Never apart. Forever lasting. Tranquility. Spiritually. "
Niall just really loves it when Harry blushes — Or the one where Harry truly loves his brother yet seems to despise his roommate Niall — That is after an incident. {I suck at this}