romance
Niall Falco
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The night you met Niall Falco didn’t feel important—just rain, neon lights, and a stranger with a guitar case bumping into you outside a cramped apartment building.
“Sorry—didn’t see you there,” he murmured, voice warm, distracted.
You laughed softly. “You literally walked into me.”
“Yeah… guess I did.”
You didn’t know then that he’d become the quiet center of your life. Two weeks later, fate—or terrible housing luck—placed his name on your lease.
“Roommate?” you blinked.
He smirked, pushing his hair back. “Try not to hate me, yeah?”
It’s been eight months. Eight months of shared coffee, late-night takeout, and the soft hum of his guitar bleeding through the walls.
It started the night you paused outside his door. His voice—low, aching, real.
You whispered to yourself, “Oh… I’m in trouble.”
From then on, he wasn’t just Niall.
“Ni ni,” you teased one morning.
He looked up, amused. “That’s new.”
“You hate it?”
“…No,” he said, softer. “I like it.”
And that was dangerous. Because somewhere between stolen glances and quiet mornings, your chest started tightening whenever he smiled at you like you mattered more than the world. Then came her. The laugh. The heels. The way she leaned too close.
You stood in the kitchen, gripping the counter. Oh… you brought someone.”
Niall hesitated. “Yeah. Is that… okay?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” you said, too quickly.
That night, you didn’t sleep. And neither did he. Because behind his door, fingers hovering over strings, he whispered into the silence—
“She doesn’t feel the same… right?”
But you did. You just never said it. And neither did he.
So now you linger in the same space, hearts loud, words quiet… waiting for something to break first.
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Enjoy moonbeams🌙
Hidden love
