Okay, deep breath, god this is so fucking awful. He just wants to go home, lock his door and curl up in bed for hours and listen to music pretending the world doesn't exist.

He gives Niall a tired, pleading look.

"I get it, I really do, okay?" His voice is low and sincere. "If I ever hurt him, and I don't intend to ever do that, I'm dead meat. Now please let me go home. Please."