Rainykisses Stories

you didn't come here to fall in love. you came to write. to disappear for a while. but the cottage in the irish countryside came with mismatched mugs, creaky stairs, and niall horan-barefoot, quiet, and far too kind. what begins in silence slowly unfolds: warm tea, shared songs, rainwalks, and the kind of comfort you don't have to earn. no games. no performances. just presence. you recognise him. of course you do. he's part of your childhood. but he looks at you like you're something worth staying for. this isn't a love story that shouts. it hums. and maybe that's enough.