Niall Horan Imagines

Nerdy Niall (Part 4)

"This place is fucking expensive," I mumble and continue to glance over the menu. I glance up when I hear Niall chuckle. "What?"

"Your language is so profound. Especially considering we're out in public." He raises an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry," I say, sheepishly. "I'm not use to being with such a man in such a nice place."

"And what are you use to?" He asks, and glances down at his watch and looks around for the waitress and then back at me.

"Nothing," I mumble. "If I'm being onehundred percent honest, I'm use to absolutely nothing."

Niall smiles, showing his perfect teeth. "Well there's a first for everything."

And I agreed. "Well, I see there is." I mumble.

"What can I get you?" The waitress asks, walking up.

"I'll have lasagna with a salad."

"Any dressing?".

"Ranch should be fine."

"And you miss?" She asks turning to me.

"Spaghetti please," She nods, writing down our orders and walking away. "So tell me about yourself."

Niall ducks his head only for him to raise it slowly. Holy shit. "What do you want to know?"

I raise my eyebrows and tap my cheek, thinking. "Uhh, what's your full name?"

"Niall James Horan."

"Where did you grow up?"

"In Mullingar. Poor town wasn't suited correctly for me, but it was lovely to grow up in."

"You talk all fancy like when you're not playing video games," I observe, out loud. "It's quite humourouss."

"You find humour in that?"