like the sun – missingheadache
He’s got coffee in a cup, held in hands that have the sleeves of his sweater drawn tight over tired knuckles. The zipper that starts at his chest is shut tight at a chin that trembles with astounded laughter, because this is the only interview he’ll have to sit through to promote his solo record, and he’s about to have it at a deserted golf club at dawn, with the only journalist he’d ever agree to do it with.
Or; stitched-together words of how an anxious popstar falls in love with a journalist in one fateful day.
solo!niall, journalist!harry, mental illness, strangers to friends to lovers, 4.8k











