🍀 Clover Daniels – Mar. 18, 2015
Yesterday, after much persuasion and multiple puppy dog looks, I gave Niall my number. Honestly, I was only planning on giving him my name and never meeting him again. Because imagine me telling my future fifty cats this story; how I met a cute boy by him pinching me for not wearing green and even though I was annoyed, I still met a very attractive man. It’s almost a win-win, you know, if I hadn’t been rude to him.
Anyways, he didn’t let me leave. Every time I’d turn around he’d grab my arm – not in a ‘I’m a psychotic person’ type of way but in a gentle, give you goose bumps up the arm type of way – and shove his mobile in my face. This happened five times before I huffed and snatched the device out of his hand, smiling despite my irritation.
“I knew you’d warm up to me,” he says with a grin as he watches me type in my number. And after I did so, I handed his phone back and started walking away only – you guessed it, he pulled my arm back making me groan. “I just want to make sure you didn’t give me a fake number or the rejection hotline,” he says before pressing the mobile to his ear.
Never have I regretted having Barbie Girl as my ringtone so much.
After he teased me, he bids goodbye before walking away, a smile on both of our faces. That will probably be the highlight of my month – maybe year, but can’t be too sure just yet.
The next day, Claire bugs about whether I had looked into any more jobs – I was asleep by the time she got home so she couldn’t pester me then. When I answered no, she almost started ranting but I had cut her off by saying I met an attractive boy, because Claire is a sucker for girl talk.
So I told her about Niall and how we met, she cooed thinking that it was the best ‘love story’ way of meeting. She even told me to call him, so she can hear his “divine Irish accent” but I simply shook my head. No way was I going to call first, because no doubt if I did, bad luck will be sure to mess this up. (Not to say that it won’t mess up if he calls me.)
Which, he does at three thirty-five. (No, I was not staring at the clock.)
“You let it ring four times; you must really enjoy your ringtone,” is how he greets me making my smile turn into a look of disdain.
“Mind you, I changed my ringtone,” I say to him in a clipped tone, one that he obviously doesn’t detect.
“I have a feeling that you are lying,” he says with a tone of voice that I do not like. “Clover, it’s okay to wanting to be a Barbie girl, I mean, you’re halfway there.”
“What even –?” I sigh. “What does that even mean?”
“You’ve got the beautiful part down. Which makes you better than Barbie because you aren’t plastic.”
“Are you flirting?”
“Are you interested? Because if so, then yeah, I am flirting.”
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(A/N): Niall is legit fave, guys. Tbh, his and Harry’s stories are my favorites. I can’t tell you what I like about Harry’s story just yet but I’ll tell you why I like Niall’s. Because he is flirty, adorable and totally asdfghkl (wow, I haven’t done that in a long time).
What do you guys love about Niall’s character?
P.S. LOOK AT THAT GIF, I REPEAT, LOOK AT THAT FREAKING GIF HE LOOKS SO FREAKING CUTE. SO MUCH SO THAT THAT I KEEP SAYING FREAKING.
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Fanfiction[st. patrick's special:✔ ] On St. Patrick's Day, I honestly didn't believe that I'd be pinched by some stranger on the street for not wearing green. Then again, I didn't believe there was such thing as the luckiest man in the world and, of course, I...
