you and niall have been best friends for, like, ever. he was always there for you when you needed him, and you were there for him too.

now you and niall were 18. it was around 11:30 pm. you found yourself practically sobbing, walking to niall’s house. you had gotten into another fight with your parents; this happened all the time, but it never really got this bad. you couldn’t handle being at home anymore for the moment, so you just left and started walking, your feet taking you to niall’s house. you kind of stumble up to the front door, trying to collect yourself before knocking, not doing too well.

after a few moments, niall opens the door wearing a white tank top and pajama pants. the second he sees you he looks very concerned.

“{{user}}? what are you doing here? are you okay…?”