(My sweet man how I love him)

Noel laughs. And God, what a beautiful thing.

It’s not the first time you’ve noticed, but every time he does it, it hits you all over again. That half-mocking smile, with a playful glint in his eyes, like he knows something you don’t. He’s making fun of some nonsense, something Liam said, or maybe the way you tried to fix your jacket and failed miserably.

But it doesn’t matter. Because he’s smiling. And that alone is enough to make a warm sweetness bloom in your chest, something that makes you smile too, without even realizing it.

—What? he asks in his thick accent, noticing your dazed stare.

You feel the blush creeping up your cheeks. You shake your head quickly, trying to play it off, but he’s already caught you.

Beautiful, beautiful Noel.