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softbinu · 6 years

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STOP SLEEPING ON EUNWOO AND HIS TALENTS!

When will some ppl stop liking eunwoo only for his looks and genuinely love him for his talents and who he actually is? I agree that he’s got visuals out of this world. His eyes that shine so bright and crinkle up into little crescents when he smiles, his laugh&giggle which is the most adorable thing in the world, his lips, his cute lil nose, his ears, his Adam’s apple, and honestly his everything from head to toe?? But only liking him bc of his looks? Honestly? I mean- Cha eunwoo is much more than just a visual.

Cha Eunwoo aka Lee Dongmin is the most precious, humble, caring, loyal, funny, supportive, sweet, angelic, charming, cute, adorable, enticing and the most nicest person in the world! I agree that he is ethereal but god, his personality is also out of this world too? He may have a short temper but you can genuinely see how much he cares and loves the people around him including his family, the rest of the astro and arohas. This guy is the one who cries bc he feels like a burden to others when in reality, he is not. A part of me always breaks when i see him cry or say that he is a burden. Trust me when i say this eunwoo, you are and were not and will never be a burden to us. We all love you so much. I love you so so so much.

He may not be the best dancer in astro and we all know that he didn’t really know how to dance before he became a trainee but he is improving so much day by day. I actually tear up seeing how much he is and has improved these past years and continue to do so. When asked in a fansign, he said that he feels the most happy when ppl say how much his dancing has improved or when ppl compliment his dancing. So y’all better shower my boy with lots of love and compliments!! Also to the ppl who say that eunwoo can’t sing, fck you. Have you heard him sing? Have you heard those godly vocals? God i love his singing sm, especially in ballad songs, ‘because of you’ and also the song they (last) did on immortal songs. So before u say that he can’t sing, better check once more or there honestly is smthing wrong with u.

And to all the ppl that keeps saying he should have become an actor or he should have debuted in a group from big 3 and not astro so that he would have become more popular, uhmm iMMA FIGHT JUST COME AT ME ! Astro is not astro without Kim Myungjun, Park Jinwoo, Lee Dongmin, Moonbin, Park Minhyuk or Yoon Sanha. When these 6 stars with each different personalities and unique talents come together, it is what makes astro. Dongmin always says how he loves and enjoys when he has schedules with astro unlike having solo schedules. This guy feels sad and bad bc he gets more individual schedules compared to the others. Remember when he cried bc he felt like a burden and felt bad for others? PLEASE PROTECT THIS PRECIOUS BABY!

He always looks out for others and puts others before himself like this boy is so selfless and just so addgh :’( And tho he is an idol actor, he literally said that being a singer and being in astro is his dream so y’all haters can fck off before you catch these hands! Eunwoo needs mj, the happy virus who always makes him laugh. Eunwoo needs jinjin, the reliable leader who always is there when he needs him. Eunwoo needs moonbin, the pupcat who always supports him and compliments him and his hardwork. Eunwoo needs rocky, who helps him to get improved and teach him with dancing. Eunwoo needs sanha, who he treats like his own brother. Eunwoo needs astro who treat him like the precious being that he is and always shower him with love,compliments& applaud & appreciate his hard works and his achievements all in there own way. And just like how eunwoo needs astro, astro needs eunwoo too. Saying that eunwoo should have debuted in a group from big 3, i mean yeah most of the times some groups from the big 3 are recognized more than groups or idols from smaller companies but fantagio treats astro much better than most companies so...

Eunwoo is so talented and hardworking pls love him not only for his outside beauty but also for his inside beauty and for who he really is ❤️

#@ eunwoo #i love you so so so freaking much ♥️♥️♥️#and i hope you know that #thank you for being born and making me happy 25/8 #you are honestly such a beam of sunshine #💐🌷🌹🌺🌼🌸🌻🌿✨💫⭐️☀️🌙🌈#god i cant believe i love you so mucH #SUCH A PRECIOUS BUB #I would like to wrap you around in a big soft blanket #and tuck you into bed #and cuddle you and shower you with love and little kisses #and give you all the food you love including ice cream #i just want you to be happy and healthy #💞💖💘💕💘💖#eunwoo #nasha rambles #had to write this a second time bc the first got deleted bc of crappy network 😑#nash the eunwoo protector 💓#text

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for-narry · 7 years

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On its Way to Sunrise

Summary: Niall Horan is a single father who works at a shitty gas station and Harry’s the cute professor who comes in for coffee.

Chapter 5/?

Slumped and strung out, Niall struggles to keep his wandering mind focused at the task at hand; counting the beeps coming from the broken vending machine. Really, he didn’t have much to do at three a.m. in a gas station stuck in the middle of nowhere. So, as to not get bored (he didn’t admit it, but thirty minutes into his shift he’d already started to feel extremely bored) he willed himself to count all the beeps from the vending machine in the corner for the next ten minutes. He didn’t have much to do for a few hours now, after midnight only the occasional scragglers came along. After being dropped off by Harry earlier, Niall had settled into his stool, ushered Vicky out the door, even though she insisted she stayed with him for a few minutes longer, and helped the next few customers. But that was hours ago.

Two minutes in and 100 beeps later, Niall gave up his task. Sighing he looked around the gas station looking for something to do, possibly restocking some products or a dusty spot in a corner that must be broomed right away. He came empty handed. Working these shifts were the worst, he hated them, not many people drove by at three a.m. to get gas and those who did, were rowdy crowds a little too drunk to be in public. But he wasn’t going to start complaining now, there was one thing his boss hated and that was complainers.

Turning around in his stool, he looked at the dark screen of his phone which he had placed on the counter after he bid Eoghan a good night sleep and promised to be there when he woke up eight hours ago (“Papa I had so much fun with those kids, Michael and Alaia even invited me to their house next week!”). After staring at the dark screen for a bit too long, the screen brightened and covering Eoghan’s eyes was a white message notification. Squinting a bit and leaning towards it, he didn’t feel the need to pick up the phone, Niall noticed Mary’s name in black.

Sorry I didn’t call tnite…, she texted.

He was surprised, after Mary had gotten a proper job and all, she was in bed at a reasonable time and cut off any communication till the next morning, but here she was texting Niall at three eighteen.

He wasn’t really surprised by the text messages though, Mary always forgot to call on the day she had promised she would, usually she’d shoot him a text about a week later apologizing. Again, there was nothing shocking by the text, albeit he was a bit relieved over the fact that Eoghan had clearly forgotten his mother was supposed to call him, it saved him the extra tears and blubbery statements.

Scoffing to himself, Niall angrily grabbed at his phone and tapped the notification; mary ur shite at this callin bck thing ,, nxt time don’t promise u’ll call . .

Just after sending it, the grey bubble and three dots immediately appeared, mentally preparing himself for a resentful conversation over text. They hadn’t always been like this, the constant arguing that occurred every time they talked (read: rarely) was a new development.

It’s nt my fault, nail l i, smthin cme up.

This was really getting tiring, Niall thought to himself. Something always came up with Mary, something always stopped her from calling back, something always stopped her from visiting Eoghan the few times she was supposed to. Something always got in the way of her actually being around her son.

The irritation that he’d originally felt before Harry had come in, came back in a wave. He felt childish punching in letters onto the screen, the irritation soon developed into anger and Niall couldn’t do much but tap harder on the screen.

smthing alwys comes up???

The three grey dots appeared again, but not waiting for her response he typed quickly a ‘i dnt wnt t do tis rght nw mary,, this is not a convo we shld be hving rght nw.’

The three grey dots appeared, waving around in their grey bubbled mocking Niall with his ignorance of her next text, but after a minute, the grey bubble disappeared.

“Fecking pathetic,” Niall scoffed, placing the phone down on the counter and crossing his arms over his chest he continued in irritation speaking to no one, “Always ends the conversation when it’s getting good.” shaking his head Niall bitterly laughed.

He was getting tired of this, the never-ending fights that they had, the stupid awkwardness that arose every time they spoke if they weren’t fighting, Mary’s fucking lack of trying to meet up Eoghan. He was tired of her excuses… But he get’s it, what more takes your time and steals it from under your grasp then a child--

But Eoghan is Mary’s son, her firstborn, and it may not be with Jonah but Eoghan still matters--

Niall’s bitter thoughts were cut off by the sharp rings of his phone, the screen lit up and Mary’s name popped up in white block letters just over the green and red buttons.

Fighting any urge to not pick up, he answered the call, “So you can find the shitting time to call me but you can’t even keep a promise to Eoghan? What the fuck do you want now Mary?” he spat out angrily. The last thing he wanted to do now was talk to her, especially when he could feel the impending headache starting its banging right at his left temple.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that.” Mary breathed in sharply.

“Pardon, did my tone offend you? Did me reminding you that you have another son… Annoy you?” Niall said through the phone.

“Just because I missed one phone call? Look Niall, I had a busy day and I don’t need your crap right now--”

Interrupting her, Niall said, “You can’t make time for him? You talk to him twice a month, you seem him even less, and you live an hour away. You can’t spare a single second in your busy schedule to see Eoghan? What the fuck is wrong with you, Eoghan’s your fucking son too.”

“Why should I be the one having to go to you guys?! Why don’t you put some effort and bring him here--”

Chuckling mockingly, Niall rolls his eyes and with hostile quietness he says, “You sound like a fucking cunt--”

Before Niall could finish getting his sentence the bell over the door rang with the entrance of a ruffled Harry, who immediately stopped smiling when he saw the grim expression on Niall’s face.

Interrupting Mary’s angry shouts, calmly Niall said, “Call me when you get your fucking priorities straight, Mary.” and hung up.

“I… Pardon… Do you need something Harry?” Niall asked him, trying to calm down the rapid beating heart.

Clearing his throat, Harry stayed in his spot by the door, with embarrassment he says, “I… I’m really sorry, I didn’t realize you were…? I can- I can leave if you want me--”

Quickly interrupting him, Niall rushingly sat up from his seat, “No! I mean it’s okay… Uhh, nothing’s happening. I just… Do you n-need something?” he asked again.

Breathing out in relief Harry began making his way closer to the counter where Niall was stood, only taking a pause in front of the coffee maker. “Um, truthfully I came to… To get coffee. I just. I was driving home from the… From grading papers when I saw, um, that you were still here so I decided to drop by.”

Briefly glancing at Niall, Harry turned to the coffee machine and said, “I’m… I’m gonna get coffee.”

After an abrupt pause Niall asked, “You were grading papers at three in the morning?”

Even turned away from him, Niall could see Harry’s cheeks heating up.

“I- I may have fallen asleep and woken up a bit ago…”

Not able to control himself, Niall burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny!” Harry exclaimed.

Harry’s on his way out of the petrol station in a bit, coffee in hand and plenty of fatigue to carry him all the way home. Whilst Niall’s left inside of the small store, only accompanied by the humming of the refrigerators and the constant beeping of the vending machine.

Sighing, Niall slouched in his chair and began to count the beeps from the machine once again.

One… Two… ThreeFourFive… Six… Seven…

Six a.m. came barrelling after his conversation with Mary. Stewing in his anger for the next two hours and a half, by the time six am hit, Niall was ready to head home and be with his son. Even if it would be for a bit. In the meantime, Niall gathered his stuff from the back where it was placed, and dropped it by the legs of the stool so at the moment Vicky passed through the door he’d be out in a jiffy.

More customers presented themselves around this time, most were just buying snacks or coffee because the stinking petroleum was enough to ward them off from refilling their tanks in this station. With newfound energy Niall rung up their orders and helped the next customer, trying to get them sorted out in less than a minute. Of course he understood that speeding up wouldn’t do much because he wasn’t allowed to leave the station without Vicky being there. As luck would have it, Niall was stuck manning the register for longer than he wanted, Vicky was once again running late.

After ringing up the last customer, Niall started tapping his fingers impatiently on the countertop, eyes flickering back and forth from the clock on the wall to the dark screen of his telephone.

“I’m here darling! I’m here!” Vicky said as she made her way through the door, the bell chiming after her arrival.

Resisting the urge to rush out of the room, Niall waited until Vicky made her way to the register, she walked slow but with purpose and a smile graced her face. “I’m sure you’re just dying to leave, love. Why don’t you head on out there.” She said kindly, waving to the direction of the door.

Any other time Niall would’ve insisted to stay for a few minutes until Vicky settled into her place, but today he was crawling out of his skin to get far from this place. He was ready to head home and get back to his bed… His son. Niall grabbed his bag and tapped Vicky’s frail left shoulder on his way out. He threw a “thank you!” behind his shoulder before making his way out to the bus stop where he would wait for a while for the bus to appear.

Once it did, Niall thanked up above for all the empty seats inside.

Getting back home was a blur, from exiting the bus to walking back home all faded away into the background because all he could think about was the conversation he had with Mary. Mary, the mother of his son, the woman he learned to love so dearly as a friend, the only woman who understood what Niall had felt and experienced with the birth of Eoghan… When had they gotten so distant from each other?

Thinking back, Niall couldn’t pinpoint a specific date or time, couldn’t remember when she stopped calling, when she started visiting less, it all happened so subtly he couldn’t remember it.

But it had happened and now they’re stuck in a loop of arguments that always went the same way and resulted in the sames ways. They wouldn’t talk for a few weeks, and then Mary would call again, and somehow they’d end up arguing about something.

They always do.

Dismissing his thoughts as he arrived at the complex, Niall was greeted with the sight of a tired looking Mrs. Martha waiting beside the front door of his flat, her arms were crossed on her chest once again, “You’ve got a very chatty boy, Niall.” was all she said before patting his arm and walking towards her own apartment.

He shook his head and scoffed, didn’t he know it.

When he entered his apartment, all Niall did was drop his bag and coat on the knob of the door and trudged towards the kitchen to prepare himself some tea.

There was no point in going for a nap when in a few minutes he’d have to get Eoghan up and ready for school.

He could feel the weight of sleepless nights slam down on his shoulders. All he wanted to do right now was cuddle up in his bed and sleep for long.

But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

The sound of the shrilling kettle woke him from his trance, he took a travel mug from inside the peeling cupboard and prepared himself some tea. “Here goes nothing.” He said to himself.

Eoghan was good to him this morning, seeing his Papa looking worn down was enough indication that this morning was not for playing around. He got up from bed without a fuss, getting up and ready without needing his Papa to tell him twice and even whilst he struggled to tie his shoe, he powered through it because he didn’t want Papa to be any more tired than he already was.

Eoghan settled himself up on the chair at the table and placed his hands on the top, “Papa can I have cereal today?” he asked, knowing that cereal was something easy to make and wouldn’t cause Papa any worry or trouble. He smiled up at his Papa who turned to him with a look of surprise and bewilderment when he said what he wanted.

Squinting his eyes, Niall asked the seven year old, “You sure you want that bud? I know you like eggs on toast better.” he could already tell what Eoghan was trying to do-- and that broke his heart.

Niall put the travel mug down and walked towards Eoghan, placing his arms around his son he said, “Buddy you don’t have to worry about me. If you want eggs on toast I’ll make it for you… I’m find O, just a bit tired, but that’s not something you have to worry about, okay?” he rubbed his hands over Eoghan back and closed his eyes.

This wasn’t what he wanted. He never wanted Eoghan, his seven year old, to worry about him. That’s why he always tried to put a front. To avoid something like this! A seven year old shouldn’t be worrying about his parent’s, not like this, not ever.

Feeling tears well up in his already bloodshot eyes, Niall blinked repetitively willing the tears away. “Baby don’t you ever worry about me.” he said hoarsely.

Niall crouched down to Eoghan’s stature and pressed his lips on his forehead.

“Okay Papa.” Eoghan said quietly.

The rest of the morning went without a hitch (and Eoghan had his eggs on toast).

Niall didn’t let himself fawn over this morning, knowing that if started thinking about this morning he’d never stop, and he didn’t want to beat himself up today. He wasn’t in the mood for self-pity and wallowing. Instead, he dropped Eoghan off with a brief hug and a promise that they’d go out for ice cream in the afternoon (“promise we’ll have ice cream?” Eoghan had asked. “I pinky promise.” Niall responded and then hooked their pinkies together.), his son deserved it anyways.

On the way up the stairs, Niall would take pauses to scroll through his phone, checking if any of his professors had put up the grades for his final exams. This was his last year and all he was taking was three classes, the only thing he needed now was to pass them and he’d finally be finished with school.

And maybe I’ll be able to get a better job.

Niall stopped once again on the bottom of the steps of the third floor, balancing the empty travel mug under his armpits he unlocked his phone once again with shaky hands to reload the empty page. For a second Niall cursed his stupid mobile for being so slow when finally the page appeared.

“Oh sweet Jesus.” Niall whispered to himself.

There, on the page, was his first final grade.

An A-

“What’cha looking at?” Niall was pulled out of his excitement when he felt someone tap on his shoulder. Slightly jumping in fright, he turned to the incoming stranger.

Not a stranger at all, because there stood Harry again with his hands behind his back and a pearly white-smile.

“Jesus you scared me Harry!” Niall exclaimed.

Harry threw his head back in laughter, “You could’ve given me a heart-attack.” Niall said, biting back a smile.

In the midst of his laughter, Harry managed to spit out a, “Sorry! You were just so focused on your phone!” it took him a while to calm down, but once he did, Harry cleared his throat and tried to keep himself from laughing again once he saw Niall’s unamused expression.

He cleared his throat again and said, “Uh… Hello and good morning.” with a bright smile.

Niall rolled his eyes and cracked a small smile, “Good morning to you too. What is it you’re doing here again?”

“I am here to visit my grandmother, actually, for tea.” Harry said, and a second later added, “Would you like to come with? I’m sure my grandmother would love to see you again.” pointing to the top of the stairs.

Shaking his head, Niall said, “Thanks but I’m just going to go home and get some rest… It’s uh.. It’s been a long night.”

“Very well then,” Harry said, “I’ll just accompany you up the stairs.”

As they both walked up the cramped set of stairs in silence, Niall tried to walk up without constantly bumping into Harry. There’s only so much space at the staircase with two grown men walking side-by-side.

Once they made it up to the sixth floor, Niall slowed his walk as they approached his apartment door.

“I guess I’ll see you later then.” Niall said.

Harry nodded his head and waited until the blond man had unlocked his door (not after struggling for a few seconds) before saying, “Wait! Um… Actually I was wondering if I could, um, get your number… You know… Since, uh… You seem like a good guy and… Um--”

Hearing Harry stumble his way through an explanation, Niall spared him and held out his hand, “I… I’ll put my number in your phone.”

Surprised at the comment, Harry fumbled to get his phone out. Unlocking it haphazardly and then placed it on Niall’s awaiting hand.

With the phone in hand Niall typed in his number quickly and then returned it back to him, “Have a good day Harry.” he said before walking into his apartment and leaving Harry outside with a content smile slowly crawling onto an expression

Niall could feel the jitters working their way through his body, his hands shook as he turned the knob and his tummy fluttered with nerves that he hadn’t felt since he fancied his first ever girlfriend. Trying to ignore the feeling of excitement making its way present, he bit down on his lip to stop the smile and shook his head.

He’d only given his number to Harry, that’s it, nothing really to get excited about for God’s sake Niall, he thought to himself. Ridding his thoughts of Harry Niall gazed around the room and grunted in displeasure. The sight of his flat looking dirty and cluttered all at once reminded him of how long it’s been since he properly cleaned the house instead of just shoving things under the table and into the closet.

The floor was covered in random socks with no same pair next to it and toys that Eoghan loved to pick up and later put down on the same place he found them.

Walking down the hall, he pushed the toys Eoghan had neglected to put away and went into his room to get the cleaning supplies out.

He had a long day ahead.

By the time mid-day approached, Niall had managed to clean up the living room and kitchen, leaving spotless floors and counters, as well as organized shelves and toys out of sight. He was feeling much better with having accomplished most of the cleaning before having to go pick up Eoghan.

Niall was about to get started on cleaning the bathroom, something he was not looking forward to, when the silence of the room was cut by the sound of Niall’s shrill ringtone, his mobile shook violently inside of his pocket.. (He was really getting annoyed by the ringtone)

“Hello?” He said whilst walking into the bathroom. He had about an hour before he needed to leave the apartment to get to the bus stop in time to go pickup Eoghan, and he’d at least like to get the bathroom done before picking his son up.

“Oh good, you picked up. Hello Niall!” And on the other side was his wonderful father, Bobby.

“Hey, Da, what’s up? Wasn’t expecting to hear from you today.” Niall said as he started to scrub the toilet.

“I was thinking earlier about you and realized it’s been awhile since we’ve chatted, let alone seen each other. How’ve you been, huh? What about Eoghan? Is he there with you?”

“We’ve been great Da. Eoghan’s in school right now and I’m just getting some cleaning done but I’m leaving soon to pick him up. He’s been well, he was a bit under the weather earlier this week but he’s much better now. How’ve you been Da?”

After scrubbing the toilet, Niall stood up from his knees and moved on to the next task. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the scent of cleaning supplies was kind of nice.

“Oh I’m doing well. I saw Greg and Theo a few days ago, he’s growing up so fast you know? Oh Niall, son, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you and Eoghan. When can you come over? Maura mentioned that he hasn’t seen you either.” His voice grew faint and began to sound upset.

Niall stopped what he was doing and looked down at his socked feet. It had been a long time since he’s seen his parents. He hated when his mother mentioned how long it’s been, it always served to remind him that he would never be able to afford taking the time off to visit his family, or even go on a holiday.

Missing work for more than a day was not something Niall was looking to do. Every pay meant stability for the two of them.

And of course he wanted to see his parent’s, of course he wanted to see his nephew again, Niall had always been a family man and it killed him to be so far away from them (even though the last time he’d seen them Maura had all but boasted on Greg’s “incredible” life choices of waiting to get married to have a kid, but that was besides the point). But he couldn’t, not now, not when he was barely surviving paying all the bills on time.

Softly Niall said, “Da… You know I’d like to go, but… I can’t now. I’m too busy now, a lot is going on in our lives and… You know I’d love to see you guys again.”

Bobby sighed through the other end and said, “I know Nialler.”

Feeling the weight of Bobby’s words guilt him down, Niall sat on the edge of the tub, and said, “I’m sorry Da.”

“No worries, son. I know how it is. You know… I- I just… Miss you both, that’s all. But don’t worry. Christmas is coming up, maybe I’ll be able to pay you guys a visit, huh?” Bobby said, ever the optimist.

Niall nodded his head, “Yeah.” although he wouldn’t be surprised if his father didn’t come to visit, the old man could barely stand to miss a day of work.

After a pause Bobby added, “Well, I’ll leave you to the cleaning. Tell Eoghan I said hi.”

“Sure will Pa. Talk to you later.” He said before clicking off.

And he was left to wallow and stew in silence, on his lonesome.

It was time to pick Eoghan up.

a/n: sorry for the long wait. this isn’t my best but I hope you still enjoyed it. thank you and feedback is much appreciated. x

#narry #marry storan #narry fic #until next time #narry fanfiction #professor harry #kid fic #narry au #narry storan

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