#horanshaw

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Him liking Nick’s ig!!!! SO CUTEEEE

please 🥺

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i don’t wanna pretend (that you’re only my friend)

niall and nick pretend to be dating. that's it. (obviously.) 

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18. horshaw PLEASE the world needs it <3

horshaw + things you said when you were scared

Niall’s claustrophobic. Nick thinks he may have heard about this before, but he learns about it first hand when they get stuck in the elevator at the BBC.

Niall came in for the last interview slot at his new show and hung around after for a few minutes to wait for Nick so they could head to the car park together. He probably regrets that now, Nick thinks after the elevator stops with a jerk and Niall’s breathing immediately goes flat and way too fast, and he looks at Nick with wild eyes when he asks, “What was that?”

“Think we might be stuck, love,” Nick says, aiming for cheerful. He presses the SOS button, holds it down for three, four, five seconds to be safe.

“Fuck,” Niall gasps, and Nick shoots him a worried glance. “I’m claustrophobic.”

“Fuck,” Nick agrees wholeheartedly.

So that’s where they are now.

“What can I do?” Nick asks. “Niall, breathe. Like, can you breathe with me?” He starts breathing loudly, tries to make it as even as possible. How does one even breathe normally? He’s suddenly not sure.

Niall makes a valiant effort, it seems, he takes a breath every time Nick does, but it’s not deep enough so he ends up sort of gasping for air regularly.

Nervously, Nick tries to press the SOS button again, hiding the movement from Niall. Not that Niall’s in a state to notice anything right now.

“Do you want to sit down? Put your head between your knees?” Nick asks, watching worriedly how Niall’s wringing his hands, grasping at nothing. He doesn’t know much about how to deal with this sort of thing, but he knows that pose helps people calm down in quite many situations.

Niall nods jerkily and slides down the wall until he’s sat on the floor. Nick sneaks a look at his phone - no reception, of course. He presses the button once more and sits down next to Niall, two hand’s breadths apart.

“It’s alright,” he tries again. “This has happened before, they’ll get us out of here in no time.”

“What if they don’t,” Niall gasps out and Nick’s heart aches in sympathy. He doesn’t like being stuck here, obviously, but he also doesn’t fear for his life.

“They will,” Nick says with as much surety as he can muster up. “Hey, Niall, can I touch you? Or will that make it worse?”

Another jerky nod. “Y’can.”

Carefully, Nick slides closer to him and takes Niall’s hand.

“Listen,” he starts explaining, “I’m gonna put your hand right here above my heart, yeah? Can you feel my heartbeat?” He presses Niall’s hand to his chest, warm and trembling, and covers it with his own to still the shaking. Niall nods. “Good. Now focus on that, yeah? Feel how calm it is? Focus on my heartbeat and nothing else.”

Niall stills, a stark contrast to his usual fidgeting that was impossibly heightened in his panic. He’s just sitting there, staring at their hands on Nick’s chest, and just when Nick starts worrying this might be weird, Niall drops his head onto Nick’s shoulder and closes his eyes. His breathing has calmed down noticeably and Nick smiles. He did that.

Niall’s hand is warm beneath his and Nick wonders when this will start feeling awkward, because they’re friends but not the kind of friends that hold hands, but it doesn’t happen. It’s almost comfortable, at least as comfortable as it can be when you’re stuck in an elevator ad one of you has just had a panic attack.

“Better?” he asks softly, and Niall nods against his shoulder before lifting his head and smiling at Nick. It’s not as bright as his usual smiles, still a little scared, but at least he’s not terrified anymore.

“Yeah,” Niall says, “Thanks.”

“Of course,” Nick says. “D’you want your hand back?”

“Nah,” Niall shakes his head, looking away from Nick’s face. “Not yet, if that’s alright.”

“Sure.” Well then. Nick only has to be careful not to show Niall that he’s really kind of starting to like this.

Niall’s fingers twitch against Nick’s chest, but not panicky like earlier. More nervous, maybe.

“Feel like anyone else would make better use of being stuck in a lift with someone they fancy,” he says without looking at Nick, and Nick almost chokes.

Right now it’s very inconvenient that Niall can probably feel his heartbeat speed up under his hand because it completely ruins the calm and cool impression he wants to make when he asks, “Is that so?”

The corner of Niall’s mouth jumps upwards like he wants to smile, but he’s still not looking at Nick.

The elevator jerks to a start again, and Niall jumps, his hand clutching at Nick’s shirt in panic for a second before he realises they’re moving again and this means they’re about to get out of here. He lets go of Nick’s shirt and removes his hand - Nick’s chest feels strangely cold, now - to press the heels of his hands to his eyes.

“Fuck,” he says, shakily, and Nick reaches out to cup the back of his head, sliding his hands into Niall’s hair.

“We made it,” he says, and Niall’s eyes are wide and bright when he finally looks at him again.

“Yeah,” he says, watching the doors slide open and then pushes himself up and almost launches himself through them and onto safe ground.

Nick follows more slowly, watching as Niall stands there in the hallway, one hand pressed to the wall, breathing deeply.

“Hiya,” he says, stepping up to Niall and wrapping two fingers around his wrist. Nick can feel Niall’s pulse still race against his fingertips, but he seems composed now.

“Hey,” Niall says back. “Sorry about,” he takes his hand off the wall to gesture vaguely, keeping the hand that Nick’s got in his grasp still, “all that in there.”

“It’s no problem,” Nick assures him. “So. What you said earlier - do you want to, maybe, have a drink with me and discuss that further? If you meant it?”

Niall’s smile looks a little embarrassed, but it’s bigger than any that Nick’s seen today. “I meant it. And yeah, I want.”

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8. things you said when you were crying and for nick and niall because we need more nick and niall fics

horshaw + things you said when you were crying

“It’s not that I didn’t want it to happen eventually anyway,” Niall says, wobbling lip hovering over the rim of his steaming mug of tea. “Dunno why I’m being so dramatic right now.”

“No, Niall,” Nick says, sitting down on Niall’s massive sofa, close but not too close. He’s not sure what he’s allowed right now. “This is shit. It’s bloody terrible, and you’re allowed to be dramatic. They had no right to out you like that, to take this away from you. Be mad! It’s fucking shit of them.”

Niall sips his tea and doesn’t look at Nick, so Nick looks at him instead. He’s wearing a hoodie and those soft grey shorts Nick likes, and his shoulders are hunched in a way he’s never seen. It makes Nick’s stomach churn.

Nick woke up to a text from Aimee, a link to a Sun article and a concerned, this wasn’t planned was it????

The second he’d clicked on it, his stomach had dropped. THE OTHER DIRECTION: NIALL HORAN IS THE GAY ONE IN ONE DIRECTION the headline shouts, and directly underneath it: Ex-boyband Niall Horan is seen kissing BBC Radio 1 DJ Nick Grimshaw.

The article was comprised of badly written puns about different directions, latently homophobic clichés, and wrong information from mysterious “sources close to the popstar”, but the evidence was still there, in the form of three pictures. Nick knows when they were taken: the night before, when Niall left Nick’s place and Nick pulled him back for one last kiss in the doorway. Niall had laughed and gone willingly, and they look happy in the pictures, but looking at them now makes Nick feel nothing but sick.

He only grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and a jumper before he was out of the house and on the way to Niall’s.

“It is shit,” Niall says, and when he sets down his mug on the table, his hand is shaking slightly. Nick sees where his cuticles are bleeding from biting his fingernails too much, and feels endless rage towards The Sun and those people who call themselves journalists, but at the same time, he wants to be calm and reassuring and keep Niall safe from the world out there.

“I’m never gonna get to do this on my own terms,” Niall continues. “Jesus Christ, I know being scrutinised is part of my job, but how the fuck can they just take this away from me?”

“I’m sorry,” Nick says, feeling helpless. He’s made Niall tea, but he doesn’t know if Niall even really wants him here.

“What for?” Niall asks.

“If I hadn’t kissed you outside the door-”

“No,” Niall says, “this is not your fault. Neither of us knew there were paps, and I won’t let you put any of this on yourself. No, Nick, I’m not having it. They’re the fuckers, they’re the ones who thought it was okay to-”, he chokes back a sob, blue eyes bright and shining with unshed tears, and Nick’s heart breaks when he asks, “Can you just hold me, please?”

Nick doesn’t hesitate, opens his arms and scoots closer until he can wrap his arms around Niall. Niall grips the back of his jumper tightly and buries his face against Nick’s shoulder. For a few minutes, Nick just lets Niall cry, rubbing a soothing hand up and down his back and holding him close.

“I could’ve said no,” Niall mumbles eventually, turning his head so his lips brush Nick’s neck when he talks. “To kissing you outside your door. But I didn’t…didn’t think. And I mean this in the best way. I wanted to kiss you, so I did.”

He sits up to look at Nick, and Nick smiles a little, reaches out to wipe the tears from his cheeks. Niall’s still crying a little bit, but he gives Nick a watery smile.

“I’m just so frustrated, y’know? About how this happened. But I don’t want to hide anymore, and I don’t want you to have to hide. So I reckon we’ll just make the best of this, yeah?” He wipes another tear away almost angrily. “Sorry, dunno why I can’t stop cryin’.”

Nick laughs a little, leans in to press a kiss to Niall’s temple. “That’s alright, love. Let it all out, ‘s only healthy.”

“Christ,” Niall says, wiping his eyes again. “I love you.”

And Nick’s heard Niall say “I love you” to approximately 150 different people, and to his audiences of thousands, but none of them have ever sounded the way this one does.

He cups Niall’s face, kisses his temple, his cheeks, the salty skin underneath his eyes, and Niall stops his fidgeting and lets him.

“If it wasn’t obvious anyway,” Nick says, his lips just inches from Niall’s, “I love you too.”

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the best is yet to come

Nick is asked to DJ a wedding, which would be fine, if he didn’t used to be madly in love with the groom.

Nick/Niall, 7k. Written for @grimmyappreciation fest

[farfromthstars]

Horshaw with 3 "things you said too quietly" please & thanks <3 (Sorry I send this as a message first, I'm not great at Tumblr xD)

horshaw + things you said too quietly

this is a prequel of sorts to this!

“I wish you could stay,” Nick whines and Niall laughs, kissing him once more before pushing himself up with a hand on Nick’s chest.

Nick catches his hand before he can move away and presses a kiss to his palm, watches as Niall’s smile turns softer.

“Wish I could, too,” he says. “But I promised Willie I’d do dinner with him tonight. He’s been complaining he doesn’t remember what my face looks like anymore.”

With a sigh, Nick sits up on his sofa. “Fine, I’ll let you hang out with someone else tonight.”

Niall laughs again and pulls his hand from Nick’s to pat his cheek before he bends down to kiss him again. “You’re so good to me,” he says against Nick’s lips.

“It’s hard, sometimes,” Nick jokes, but lets Niall go to find his shoes. He’s joking, obviously, but he can’t deny that it’s been getting harder and harder to let Niall go every time he leaves, even if it’s only for a day. He can’t remember when he last felt this way. He’s not sure he ever has, if he’s really honest.

Following Niall into the hallway, Nick pushes these thoughts back down. He’s not sure Niall is ready to hear them yet.

“See you tomorrow, then?” Nick asks while he watches Niall pull on his coat. “After my show or whenever you’re done at the studio.”

“‘Course,” Niall says with a smile. He kneels down to pet Stinky and Pig, who’re at least as head over heels for Niall as Nick is, and says in a silly voice, “Don’t miss me too much! And don’t let your dad miss me too much either.”

“What makes you think I’ll miss you at all?” Nick asks, offended.

Niall grins and stands up again, slips his hands around Nick’s hips and kisses his chin, the only part of his face he can reach when Nick tilts it upwards.

“Sure you won’t, petal,” he says, and Nick smiles, already weak again.

“Maybe a little,” he concedes, and pinches Niall’s side lightly just because he can.

Niall yelps and squirms away.

“Dick,” he says, but there’s no heat to it. “Maybe I’ll miss you a little bit too, anyway.”

He opens Nick’s front door and steps outside, but Nick grabs his wrist. Niall tugs playfully so Nick takes a step closer with a big grin. “You weren’t gonna leave without a kiss goodbye, were you?”

“Pretty sure you got more than one already,” Niall says, but he’s laughing as he wraps his free arm around Nick’s neck.

Nick kisses him quick, right next to his laughing mouth and Niall stops laughing and tilts his head just so, kissing Nick properly. It’s over too soon for Nick’s taste, but he drops Niall’s hand when he pulls back and grins again, whispers, “See you tomorrow.”

Nick watches him hop down the few steps from his front door as if he doesn’t have a bum knee, the feeling swelling in his chest until he’s bursting with it, and says, “God, I love you.”

But it’s too quiet for him to hear, and Niall doesn’t turn around.

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horshaw + things you said that i wasn't meant to hear

“You might not want to say who’s your favourite out of One Direction,” Fifi says, “But we all know you wouldn’t kick Niall out of your bed, would you, Grimmy?”

And Nick would love to put it down to being sleep deprived or whatever, but he’s fully conscious when he says, “Well, no, obviously wouldn’t.”

He doesn’t really stop to think about it until the next song plays, and then doesn’t stop freaking out for a couple of days, until the audio recording stops showing up in his twitter mentions quite so often. He’s said some stupid things on air, this is just one of them, and not the worst by far. He’s not sure himself why he suddenly feels jittery every time someone mentions Niall to him.

Still, he almost manages to forget about it until, of course, he runs into Niall at a party a few weeks later. It’s a small-ish thing, hosted by their mutual friend Laura Whitmore, so it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s here. But Niall’s smile when he spots Nick from across the room somehow knocks all the air from Nick’s lungs.

“Hiya,” Niall greets him cheerily when they finally meet somewhere by the side of the room.

“Hello, young Niall,” Nick says, aiming for casual. Maybe he’s lucky and Niall’s not heard of it. His twitter notifications are probably busy enough.

“Heard you been talkin’ ‘bout me,” Niall grins though, shattering Nick’s hopes.

“No,” he groans. “You weren’t supposed to hear that. Anyway, I say a load of shit on air, you’re not that special.”

Niall hums. “So you often talk about who you’d shag?”

“Well, no, at least not when I think they’ll hear about it,” Nick admits.

Niall laughs. “And you didn’t think I’d hear? Mate, you’d think you’d never met a single 1D fan.”

“Nah,” Nick says, and he’s proper embarrassed now. “Reckon I didn’t think much at all when I said that. Sorry.”

“I don’t mind,” Niall says, and he’s suddenly right up in Nick’s face - or, well, really close at least. “In fact, I probably wouldn’t push you out of my bed either.”

Nick splutters, staring at him. “What? Niall Horan, what are you saying?”

Niall grimaces. “I’m saying I’d shag you, even though you still need to practice saying my last name.”

“You can’t just-,” Nick starts, clears his throat. His face is very red and somehow, maybe because he’s standing so fucking close there’s nowhere else to put his hands, one of his hands has settled on Niall’s waist. “I feel like I missed several steps in between.”

Niall sighs, but the red dusting his cheeks and the way his fingers twitch against Nick’s hip when he places his own hand there give away that he’s not as confident as he’s trying to act. “Well, if you want, you can take me out first.”

“Don’t act like it’s such a bother,” Nick protests, grinning. “And I think you should be the one to take me out, popstar.”

Niall laughs (his head falls back and yeah, Nick would really, really like to get his mouth on that neck) and his other hand ends up pressed to Nick’s chest. “Deal.”