He's the one who makes the observations, the one who pays attention to the little things, the big things.
He is trying to attach himself to me, trying to become a part of me, to mean something to me, for some reason.
I try not to let him, but he always gets what he wants.
For some reason, I can't seem to shake him off, nor want to.
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Seems like some good writers are stopping their imagines, so I decided to write some! Obviously about Niall, hope you enjoy! (I also don't make very many grammar errors)