Niall Horan Imagines

22. Supermarket Crash

        "I know mom.   Yes, Grandma gave me a list, I'm at the suppermarket now.  The wedding was beautiful!  Yeah, I'll tell you more about it when I get home.  Yep.  Okay.  Love you too.  Bye."  You end the conversation with your mom as you turn the corner into another aisle, not really paying attention, trying to stuff your phone back into your purse.  Crash!  You jolt into your cart as it comes to an ubrupt halt after it runs into something.  Someone.

        "I'm so sorry!" You exclaim.

        "That's alright."  And you lock eyes with the stranger.  His hood is up, shading most of face but you clearly see his stunning eyes.  You nod and he moves out of the way and walks away.  Something about him seemed familiar and you look back and watch him walk off.  He turns, catching you watching, and smiles.  You blush and quickly turn around, going to continue your shopping.

        After 10 more minuets of shopping, you still can't find the last item on your list.  You feel like you've looked everywhere and you couldn't hind of the store workers.  You graon in frustration and resume walking, searching the shelves.  And crash!  you run into something again.  

        "I am so sorry!"  You exclaim automatically, but blush when you it's the handsome stranger from earlier.  "I'm not usually this clumsy." You say apologetically.

        "That's okay."  He smiles and his eyes sparkle with humor and you recognize him.  "Again."  You smile, embarrassed, mentally freaking out that you've run into Niall Horan, twice.

        He walks away, and desperately you call him back.  "Hey!  Wait!"  He turns back to you, surprised, "Do you come here often?" 

        "Uhhh, yeah." He shrugs.

        "Could you help me?  I've been lookin everywhere and there's no one around to help."

        "Sure." If he thinks you're request is odd, he doesn't say anything.  You pull out your list and show him.  "I know where that it."  he says confidently.

        "You're dressed up kinda fancy for the market."  he comments as you make your way down the aisles.

        You look down at your pink bridesmate dress and strappy heels, "My best friend just got married."

        "Well, you look nice." He turns back and smiles at you.  "Thank you." You smile back, more pleased then you can say.

        "Here we go." Niall stops and searches the shelves.  "huh." He scratches his head, dismantling his hood.  "It should be here."

        You two spend the next 5 minuets searching and end up lost.

        "How did we end up here?!" You laugh, seeing all the diapers on the shelves.

        "Must a got a bit turned around.  Sorry."  He sheepishly hands you back the list.

        "That's okay."  You say eyes twinkling.  "I'm Y/N by the way."  You hold out your hand for him to shake.

        "Oh, uh, Niall." He shakes your hand, but holds if for a second longer than necessary, looking into your eyes.

        "I know."  You think, but all you say is, "Thanks for all your help Niall."

        "I didn't really help."  You shrug.  "How about to make it up to I take you out dinner tomorrow night?" He asks suddenly shy.

        "Okay."  You argee just as shly.  Niall Hoarn was asking you out?!?!

        "Pick you up at 6?"

        "6." You agree, smiling shyly.  He smiles and you both head your seperate ways.

        "Oh wait!" He calls and you turn.  "Where do you live?"  You rattle off your address.

        "Okay.  See you tomorrow."  His eyes seem to hold you captive.

        "Tomorrow." You promise.