AN: So I’m back. And WHOA there’s an update. This is that Niall centric angst I promised, and I honestly think it’s terrible. Don’t get your expectations too high, as we all know I don’t excel at writing but I come and annoy everyone with my stories anyways. I hope you maybe like it kinda, there’s some angst and the ending doesn’t resolve the story on purpose. I want to experiment with something other than unhappy ending.
I love you.
xx <3 Sasha
Niall was sitting on the couch, happily wedged in between Harry and Liam. He missed these days, when he could simply sit here and enjoy, not having to worry about anything. With their busy schedule it was almost impossible to find time to relax in between the late nights and early mornings. On top of that, things had been bizarre recently, in a way that Niall couldn’t pinpoint.
The boys seemed to be distancing themselves from him. It wasn’t even just him, but all becoming their own bubble, apart from each other in odd ways. And it hurt.
Niall craved these nights because he could never have them anymore. All he felt like these days was clingy, far too clingy. But in all truth, he was never one to fare well under pressure, especially by himself, and his four boyfriends saved him from that. They were always there, whether it was a comforting hand on the knee, or a gentle kiss in a changing room.
Those never happened anymore.