The story behind Niall's second album, Heartbreak Weather. I rub my thumb up and down her bare shoulder, and she leans even further into my embrace. There is nothing I would change in this perfect moment, and I wish I could stay here forever. "I'll never get over the sunrise in San Francisco. Gorgeous, right?" She questions, staring at the sky in awe while I watch her with fascination. She looks absolutely beautiful in the dim light, and it's taking everything in me not to lose my sense of self-control. "Yeah," I breathe out, but I'm not talking about the same thing she is.