Sweet Dreams (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

It's really nice to meet you

The day was going slow, almost at a snails pace.

I was now at work, in the small dainty coffee shop in a fairly quiet and abandoned part of London. It was small and usually empty throughout the day.

The shops front wall and entrance was just a big class window, with a small beige sign on the door, the side facing the street reading “open” in red letters. The interior walls were painted a warm forest green color, Italian style paintings hanging idly on them. There were five circular brown wooden tables scattered throughout the small establishment, each holding two or three matching cafe chairs. Along the left wall sat two black leather pop lounge chairs, with a short black coffee table in the middle of the two, holding an assortment of magazines ranging from ones for pregnant and nursing women to a few Sports Illistrated's.

At the moment I was resting my weight on the small counter, my cheek cupped lightly in my hand as my arm sat on the smooth cream linoleum counter top. Staring blankly at my surroundings my mind couldn't help but think...

This day couldn't get more boring.

I had only been here for a good thirty minutes and it was now 7 am. I hadn't gotten any customers since the beginning of my shift, and I was desperately hoping that some would come soon to make the next four and a half hours go by faster.

With a sigh, I aimlessly begin twirling my hair with my index finger. I look out the front window, my eyes scanning throughout the peaceful scenery before settling on a male figure across the street who looked just as bored as I was. He removes the cigaret placed between his pink lips before exhaling, a large gray cloud of smoke slithering smoothly out of his mouth.

I couldn't take my eyes off him, saying the lad was just “attractive” would have been a major understatement. It was like he naturally gave off a seductive and edgy vibe. He was clad in a black parka, and a gray jumper with a pair of trainers that were the same color. His eyes were covered with a pair of wayfarer ray bans, but I had a feeling they were beautiful, just like the rest of his looks. His skin was pale, and he wasn't the tallest man ever, but he had a muscular build. Even from across the way, I could see a predominant dimple placed on his chin, which was both adorable and sexy at the same time.

How could someone be that perfect? I think, practically drooling over the beautiful stranger. He sweeps his hand through his hair, which was bleached blonde at the tips but a deep chocolate brown at the roots.

I quickly shake my head before looking away from him, feeling uncomfortable with myself for staring at him for so long. It was like I was a little school girl again, acting as if I'd never seen a hot boy before.

I bite my lip, picturing his face in my mind, and trying my best to not look his way again.

Oh the things I'd do to that boy... I think, a grin appearing on my lips.

I didn't know what to do, and began awkwardly tapping my fingers on the counter rhythmically, while staring everywhere but the area where the lad was sitting.

As time passes, the desire to give one more look to the boy became stronger, and I soon give into my instinct, only to be disappointed to find that the boy was no longer there. I feel a pang in my stomach, realizing there was a good chance I'd never see the handsome being again. In a big city like London, crossing paths with a stranger more than once didn't happen often.

Sighing, I hear the bell of the shop ring signaling a customer had entered, and a big smile plasters itself on my face finally having something to do.

Soon minutes turn to hours, and business finally picks up in this little shop. It was now 11:30 in the morning, and I only had thirsty minutes left of my shift. As time passed, I quickly forgot all about the cute male I'd seen earlier that morning. I was too focused on getting my work done, and thinking about how amazing tonight would be.