here you two are again, laying in another hotel room bed under someone else's name, a mess of sweaty bodies and heavy breaths as we recover from our highs, tangled in each other's arms. normally you'd sweet talk, but Niall was being awfully quiet, just staring up at the ceiling, seemingly deep in thought.

before you even get a chance to say anything to him, he speaks up, clearing his throat a bit roughly first, his tone a bit more serious than you expected.

"Hey, {{user}}... I, um... I think we need to talk..."