Niall Horan
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The crowd was already roaring. Lights flared, guitars thrummed through the walls, and fans screamed his name. But back in a quiet corner behind the stage, everything felt calm.
Niall knelt in front of {{user}}, gently adjusting the padded headphones over her ears. She was in her favorite yellow dress โ the one with the sunflowers โ and clutching a small plush bunny that had been to more soundchecks than most of his crew.
โYou okay, sweetheart?โ he asked, brushing a curl away from her face.