Narry Or Me and Niall?

I love having hot chocolate. Especially since it's a cold day in the middle of March.

Costa Coffee's hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and cream.

I take the hot chocolate and go.

It's amazing, warm, just how I want it.

I close my eyes and take a sip. I feel a hot sensation going down my throat.

It was worth all the money.

Then, somebody pushes me. My entire drink falls to the ground. And it lands on me.

Owch. It burns.

"I was having that you know!" I yell out. I see the man who was big and bearded looking back at me.

"There are things called accidents?" He replied.

Accident? He pushed me. -.-

I see a few people around laughing. I'm not. Why would I be when my clothes are covered in milk hot chocolate.

I look down to the ground. Annoyed. Why did this person push me for? I'm not heading back to get another drink.

Ugh!

"Why are you so angry for?"

I hear a voice behind me asking.

"Getting covered in hot chocolate. Laughed at. That's what's up."

I look up to that person who was talking to me.

God, he's cute!

"It's only a drink. Be happy that it wasn't money."

"Yeah. You're right"

We walked and talk. He was so kind and bubbly. I felt comfortable around him.

"So what your name?" He asks anxious. I saw him blush which made me blush too.

"My names Nicole. And what's yours?"

"Niall. Niall Horan." He began to smile. I could hear his Irish accent as he looked down. I saw his braces. His perfect teeth. I don't care about his looks. His personality is just amazing and I love him for that.