Niall was the dreamer type of a boy. Since he was a teenager he had big dreams for his future life, his feet floating above the ground, head on the clouds. It was like that, until his own dad nailed his feet tightly to the ground, and got a ring on his son's finger, ball on his ankle, at the age of 18. Niall knew marriage wasn't only dancing on roses, but he also knew that it wasn't supposed to be like this. Something was missing. And that something was the only thing needed. Love. Drowning on his own shitty life he was slowly losing the spark of living and giving up on his dreams. One day he stepped to his best friend's tattoo parlor in a need of little bit comfort from his long time friend, he found out Harry had a new hazel eyed employee. And god, was he screwed.