Talk To Me (Strangers To Lovers)

Latte Caramel

Y/N Pov:

The rest of the week was pretty boring, lectures, eating alone while texting my best friends who live in Wales. Homework and of course wattpad and drooling on Niall with the scenarios I put up in my head, like the one where he just pushes me against a wall and kisses me passionately and his hand on my throat... mmm... Stop y/n!!!!!
I slam my head on the desk making some pens roll off it. I need to focus cause Jane Austen's essay won't write by itself. Gosh I wish my mum had planned my future like Mrs. Bennett for her daughters, at least I wouldn't have to put effort to speak to people. No, I am happy with the freedom I have in this 21st century, Austen, you'd be proud of me, I am independent and think by myself... okay, independent... maybe not... I mean, I still live with mum, and I don't know how to iron.

I manage to focus for a good 2 hours, the time to finish my draft before going to uni for my only lecture of the day in the middle of the afternoon, what a pleasure.

Exiting the amphitheatre my head full of information I highly doubt will need in my everyday life such as: iambic pentameter, I stroll along the residence building and without looking in front of me. A habit of mine. I collide in something, rather someone that spills his coffee over himself and myself. Damn it is hot!

"Oh fuck!!! I'm sorry, I wasn't looking sorry!"

I look up to the person who is the victim of my idiotic behaviour and find no one else than Niall freaking Horan. Holy Molly kill me, I had contact with The Guy. I expect him to yell at me as I ruined his white shirt but all he does is shrugging and smiling slightly

"Nah, it's fine, I didn't like that shirt actually.  Thanks for the new design."

I he chuckles, action that allows me to have a glimpse of his perfectly white teeth. Damn it the guy seems to have a perfect hygiene he doesn't even have a quirk so far.... I wanna answer but nothing comes from my mouth so I just stay still probably looking like an idiot. He smiles more and just passes next to me and dissappear behind another building.

Holy shite! I fucking interacted with sexy Irish man!!! No wayyyyyy I can't believe it!!! I gotta text my friends and write it down on my diary. After a few second my body takes control again and I walk in direction of the gates. I stop, look around that no one is here to attest this. I rub my finger against a wet stain on my hoodie and bring it to my mouth: Latte with Caramel syrup. Okay, he has good tastes.