Talk To Me (Strangers To Lovers)

you through my lens

Y/N Pov:

For the entire evening, I cannot shake this encounter off my mind. The way he was so close to me, his lips curled in a slight smile, his ocean blue eyes behind those nerdy glasses though very hot if you ask me.
I want to know more about him. I want to have more coffee spilt over me, I swear. God, does he think about me, too? Nah, that would would be insane. He probably already has a sexy tall and funny girlfriend back home.

I resist a while before giving in to my curiosity and grabbing my laptop. I turn it on and go to google to have a max of information. I settle well on my pillow and browse through the net. Soon enough I find his Facebook account: HoranNiallmooo. Okay so the guy has Facebook but not insta? Bro, come on you're what? 23 not 53!
Anyway, I open the social media and type is name falling on this account which is... as neat as him. Like, there are only 3 pictures, one of a town in Ireland, the description is: 'I'd still dance with ya.' Okay, whatever, Nialler.
The other one is a picture of him blond!!!! OMG is so cute in blond! Gives me strength, Lord! Besides him stands a boy, taller, fitter, with brown hair and chocolate eyes smiling awkwardly "Happy birthday Liam" published 4 years ago.
The last picture date back to 3 years ago, it's one of Liam again, but just him. And no capitation.

Well, I won't lie part of me starts to believe Liam is the sexy girlfriend... but I need to investigate that further. I close my device and finally notice that it is past 10pm and that I should probably sleep if I wanna be awake for my linguistic class tomorrow morning.
And this night was stained by many small dreams of coffee and caramel and glasses...

Niall's Pov:

I wait in front of the washing machine, alone in the laundry. At least no one is here to piss me off, not that I don't enjoy company, but I just don't. I watch the shirt being molested by the water and soap inside the machine like a hypnotised kid would watch a watch.
I get out of my trance when I hear the beep signalising it is the end. I take the shirt and leave the laundry place to go back to my student room.

I inhale a few times before swinging silently the door of the shared flat I Share with 6 other students.

Please, make that they are not here, pleaseeeee, I internally pray so hard.

I close and lock behind me and my prayer had been heard cause nobody is in sight. I tip toe to my small ensuite bedroom and lock the door behind me.

I hang the shirt on my sink so it'll dry over the night and then, throw my shoes on the floor before collapsing on my tiny bed that squeaks under my weight. After zooning out for a good 30 minutes I rub my face with my hand and undress folding every pieces of clothing on my chair, but keep my black boxers on.
I get in bed even thought it's just 6pm. I have finished all assignments this morning so if I wanna do something else I can, like watch a film.

After eating and bing watching friends for the 10th time, I suddenly have a flash before my eyes, your face. I shake it off but it keeps coming back. I find you cute. Your tiny form, the way you apologised as if you've done the worst thing in the world, your light brown eyes all wide staring at me, at my soul... I wish I had asked your name, but I didn't cause I was a coward and I escaped as soon as I could.
Now I can't even stalk you, not that I want to, but I'd like to know who you are, cause damn, this tiny tiny interaction made my day in a way. First person I was talking to by a week, you smiled, gosh your smile was so cute... makes me wanna kiss you till your lips are bruised, your curves make me wanna feel your flesh against my fingers tips, wanna taste you if you're as sweet as you let me believe.
Slowly and instinctively, my hand slides down to the hem of my boxers where a little problem arises by the thought of you. I fight my morals 2 seconds before giving in, yes okay, I'm gonna wank to a stranger that is cute and I don't know the name of but I can't help it. I slowly ease the tension of my body stroking myself, closing my eyes at the feeling seeing your shy face in front of my lids and in no time I fasten the pace of my touches to reach my high.
"F-fuck..."