Hired. (Narry AU.)

Chapter Three

Note: This chapter contains slight homophobic language. Please understand that the way the characters are portrayed is fictional, and that they aren't like this in real life. Also, we apologize for how late this chapter is being published and we promise to continue to update regularly once more. Thanks for understanding.

~Emily and Lexie

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"Niall!! Table four needs their drinks and their entrées!" the head waiter called out to the lavender haired lad. He looked up and nodded, quickly pushing the wrinkles out of his black apron and grabbing the trays, holding the glasses and the families appetizers.Then, darting out of the kitchen he threw on a grin; he headed over to the table and set down the drinks and the plates of hot food,

"Here you go, everyone! Your entrees will be here in a moment, but until then, is there anything else I can do for you guys?"

The father shook his head and smiled back to Niall. "No, I think we're good here, Niel,"

"It's Niall, sir," he corrected casually, and the man began to apologize, but Niall cut him off with the wave of his hand, "It's alright. It's a pretty strange spelling," he shrugged, leaving the family to eat as he headed back to the kitchen, where he began to clean some of the dishes.

Niall's days usually consisted of this occurrence, not that he complained. It wasn't in his nature. "Get what you get and don't make a fit," was what his mother had raised him by, and he stood true to her words. But, there were days which seemed to drag on forever, and those days always seemed to be the ones in which Niall wanted to do nothing more but go out and busk. In Mullingar, rain was always considered the norm, but on the day in question, the sun decided to come out, and of course he was stuck waiting tables. When he had left his apartment in the morning, he inhaled and felt the oxygen inside his lungs combine with the unmistakable sense of yearning. Perhaps it was because he left his guitar in his flat. He shrugged and scrubbed the plate harder.

"See? I told you he wasn't listening!" a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. His blue eyes met two pairs of brown ones and Niall instantly grinned again.

"Liam! Didn't notice you there!" The Irishman laughed, and the two rolled their eyes. "And aren't you two on delivery duty today?"

"I swear, Niall; sometimes, I think you're always in this little world of your own. I said we finished our deliveries," the tanned one shook his head, then prodded Liam with his elbow, "What do you think he was daydreaming about this time, Li?"

"All the food he's surrounded by, probably," Liam teased playfully."I'll have you know, Zayn, that I was actually thinking about the weather. Might busk after my shift ends, if you two wanna come?" Niall offered, and they both nodded.

Liam spoke up, "The weather? God, Niall, maybe we should get you a date."

"Eh," Niall shrugged, and set down the clean dish, picking up another plate to wash. "There haven't been a lot of guys that have caught my eye, you know?" Of course, Liam and Zayn were the first two Niall told when he realized he was gay. And although Zayn and Liam both seemed awkward at first; avoiding the elephant in the room entirely, they had grown to accept it.

"Liam's got a point, Niall," Zayn said, ignoring his comment, "recently, you've been working really hard, a small fling won't hurt much! Just for the holidays?"

Niall smiled, but shook his head, "What's the point? I mean you only fall in love once, right?" both boys seemed confused by this concept; Niall shook his head with disappointment.

"I have loved a hundred times, and I will a hundred times again," Liam sighed wistfully, and Niall scoffed.

"But that's not true love, is it?"