Escape To My Heart (Niall Horan One Shot)

Well here I am again. Just another day working at The Armani Exchange. Don’t get me wrong, I love working here but it can tend to be boring from time to time. Before I left the break room, I put my blonde hair up into a nice bun showing some of my brown under layer. I took in a deep breath, put on my smile, and walked out ready to work.

 I was putting some clothes away when I spotted a young guy walk in. Blonde hair with a snapback and black sunglasses covering his eyes. As I took a second look, he couldn’t be much older than I am. There’s something about him but I just can’t put my finger on it. I shook it off and resumed work.

After helping a customer put an outfit together, I noticed that the blonde guy from earlier is still here. I glanced at my watch and figured it’s almost been an hour and a half since he’s been here. Not that it’s against the law or anything I just found it a bit odd. As I was lost in my thoughts, I felt somebody touch my shoulder and nearly jumped.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to frighten ya.” The boy apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m okay.” I flashed a smile trying to regain my composure.

“Well, I was kinda wondering if you could help me with something.” He smirked.

“Of course! Lissa, at your service.” I laughed.

“I need an opinion of this outfit.” He held out.

“Or should I put this with this?”

“Okay, just give me a sec.”

I knew exactly what to do. I looked at the clothes to see what size he was and went to get a few things. I came back with a tan pair of chinos to go with the red shirt he picked out and a few shirts to go with the other pair of pants he also picked.

“See, you can mix this with that or that with this.” I explained.

He took of his sunglasses and looked at me.

“Thank you so much! I love the different combinations I can make here. Let me just try one outfit on to see how it looks on me.”

“Dressing rooms are right this way.” I said as I led the way.

As he went into the dressing room, it hit me. This is Niall Horan. THE Niall Horan and I’m helping him with clothes. But it couldn’t be. It’s just another plain, boring Thursday afternoon here in LA. Again, I was lost in thought into I heard the door open. I turned around and absolutely loved the outfit.

“I love it!” He chimed.

“Thank you so much for your advice.”

“It was no problem at all.” I smiled.

I took my phone out to take a picture. If this was indeed Niall, I had to take a chance and snap a picture. Thankfully my shutter sound was off. I got a great picture and decided to tweet it, I was so excited. He went back in to change and I gathered the rest of his items. After he came out, I brought him to the checkout counter.

“I like what you’ve got here. Nice style.” I smirked.

“Thank you but that’s only because of this beautiful girl who helped me.” He winked.

I couldn’t tell if I had blushed but I’m pretty sure I did. And just when I finished ringing him up, there was a huge wave of fans running towards the store screaming.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry.” I said worriedly.

“Erm. What’s the problem? I-”

“I know you’re Niall Horan and I’ll explain but I have to get you out of here.” I cut him off.