#niallincolor

[actualhumansunshine]

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! you have brought so much joy and love on my dashboard and I'm so happy that I get to celebrate u on ur bday ❤❤🎉🎉

thank you, love!!!

[jamesniall]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL, HAPPY DAY ❤❤❤😘😘😘😘😘

IM HAVING A GREAT ONE!!<3 thank you sooo much, i love you<3

[jortsfan]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

THANK U BUDDIEEEE!!!

[getliam]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY :)

Anonymous said: Happy Birthday Keisha! I hope you are enjoying your day with family and friends.

Anonymous said: Happy birthday, K!!!! I wish you the best of the best. Hugs!!!

THANKS THANKS AND THANKS!!! i appreciate these messages :D 

[eitijeu]

niallincolor okaaay good i’m not the only one ;-; it’s just.... e w. i like seeing my pen name neat and sans parentheses an.d . . .. if i’d known it would do that i would have just published under my maIN ONE but now it’s too late booooo

[altayir]

niallincolor replied to your post “OH NO NEVILLE”

OMG ARE YOU READING HARRY POTTER FOR THE FIRST TIME

YEA I AM

[quavoratatouille]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!! I'm sorry for being late I wasn't on for more than ten minutes this whole week but I hope you had the best day and the best party!!! 💜💜💜

THANK YOUU!! I LOVE YOU

[foundfamilyvevo]

nouis and soulmate au pls? :)

(THIS WAS MEANT TO BE 3 SENTENCES AND I BETRAYED YOU AND I’M SORRY)

There’s silence after Niall speaks, the two of them sitting on the edge of the treehouse, Louis’s legs dangling over into the space between the leaves and the ground. The night air is cold and it tugs at Niall’s stomach, at all the little threads of anxiety there waiting to be woven into something else.

“How do you know?” asks Louis, turning Niall’s hand over in his own, running his fingers over Niall’s palm like he’s pulling them through water. Everything in Niall’s body feels brimming with it, like his veins are usually half-empty and he doesn’t realise until they’re full. He wants to let his eyes flutter closed but he can’t tear his gaze from Louis’s face long enough to do it.

“I don’t know how to not,” answers Niall, and Louis’s fingernails scrape a little across the soft junction of his thumb, the feeling like sandpaper, like an itch and a tickle and a sigh. Louis lets go of Niall’s hand, sits back a little so they’re no longer touching, even though the air between them feels so thick they might as well be. “Don’t know what it would be like to not.”

Below them, across the yard and in the house, the party continues, as bright and warm as ever. Niall feels they have the best of both worlds, near and far from it, both a part of it and observers on the outside. They can go back whenever they want. He knows Liam is probably dancing inside, and Harry has probably found his way into the kitchen, and Zayn has probably found someone’s lap to put his head in, someone to run their fingers through his hair.

And Niall’s with Louis, in Harry’s treehouse, where Louis always seems to be whenever something very important has just happened to him. This isn’t the first time Niall has found him up here. It’s nice feeling like Louis wouldn’t rather be somewhere else.

“Soulmates,” Louis tries out loud, talking to the tree branches dangling over their heads rather than looking directly at Niall. The word sounds heavy and powerful on his tongue. “Soulmates.” He tilts his head. “I just… I thought. Don’t know what I thought, really, but… I thought I’d see some flash of light, or, be able to see a new colour, or something. That’s how people make it sound.”

Niall reckons this is better. “Are you disappointed?” he asks.

Louis turns to him, “No! No, I’m. No.” His voice goes soft. “No, Nialler… is that what you’re worried about?”

Shrugging, Niall tugs at one of his shoelaces, tries to fight the desire to bite at his nails. The thing is, for ages they thought Harry was going to be Louis’s soulmate, woke up every day wondering if today was it, if today was the day something would change. Last year, before Liam met Sophia, they wondered if it might happen with him, too. Zayn had shaken his head and said “I love you, Louis, but it’s not us.” And they’d believed him. Louis had never asked Niall.

“A bit. Just want you to be happy.”

“I’ve never been this happy,” Louis promises, and Niall could almost cry, almost almost almost. “It’s just a lot to take in. Can’t believe I’m enough for you, really. C’mere?”

Louis’s arms are open, and the breeze bites at Niall’s ears again, and at last he sees everything he needs to in Louis’s face; the fear and the hope and something else, something deeper, something clear blue and tied to the back of Niall’s chest. Louis’s too, by the looks.

He shuffles over, rests his chin on Louis’s shoulder, his arms around Louis’s waist. Louis’s arms go around his neck, Louis’s cheek in his hair. The elastic between them isn’t so tight when they’re pressed together like this.

“Glad it’s you, if this is what it feels like,” Louis breathes.

Niall closes his eyes and believes it.