Talk To Me (Strangers To Lovers)

Intro

Y/N Pov:

I'm everyone, and everyone is me. Yeah, this is probably twisted or the most stupid thing I could say. But by that, I mean: most of us have the same fear, the same addiction.
I am an addict.
I'm addicted to hating myself and comparing myself to every person I interact with, which is not much to be honest.
Long story short story: I hate going out, I hate socialising because It tires me out and I feel like everytime I open my mouth all that goes out is stupidity. And you know what is hilarious?
That I'm literally waiting for the love of my life. Complaining having no one, but girl! I don't go out, when I'm at uni I speak to no-one! Anyway, no like I want to do something about it. It's not like I fancy someone in particular this year. Okay, okay, maybe Niall Horan who is in geography. He is so... what I like, calm, quiet and cute like nerdy cute but I won't dare come close to him. Because first of all, he is in his master while I'm just a baby in 3rd year degree of English. Second of all, he doesn't talk to anyone. I mean, he doesn't talk at all! The legend in uni goes that he only speaks if he needs to cause his voice kills. Ugh! What a lame story, I'm sure he has a sexy accent as he is Irish. Don't blame me, I have my preferences....
Okay, enough of interior monologue, I need to get ready for uni.

I stretch and sit up in my bed. I slide off the messy sheets and walk towards the bathroom. 20 minutes after a good shower and being dressed up in my usual jeans and gray jumper I grab my bag and run to the kitchen making myself a toast that I'll eat on my way.

I cannot say that it is a very agitated day until lunch where an exchange student asks for a 'cock' instead of a 'coke' and Lord, the waitress' face is hilarious. All crimson and mouth agape as he glances at the Italian boy who doesn't understand his mistake.
I get back to digging in my chips and veggies until I smell a scent that smells divinely good, something like... cinnamon and...what vanilla? No, not that sweet, orange. Yes, cinnamon and orange.
I turn my head towards the scent to end up glancing at the Niall sitting two tables behind me. Okay, so the guy is cute, seems smart and smells heavenly good. Is he real? I quickly turn back to face my meal instead of him even if I would die to have a bite of him.... y/n shut up, will ya?
I have to be realistic, he is mysterious, cute and just super smelly in the great way why would he get interested in Me? I'm short, chubby on the sides if we can say, and my hair are all... boring, I look more like a child than a woman.
So just no chance that I end up with him on me....