Punk Niall Series

"Out Of His Element"

Niall's senses are immediately assaulted with smells he's not particularly found of. The smell of the high fashioned/high priced perfumes are ones he finds too stifling and only remind him that he's never been considered good enough to hold a girl that wears them. The people around him glance sideways at him, taking in his tattoos and piercings and immediately write him off as a low-life. The security guard immediately spots him, eyes locked on his form as Niall makes his way towards the Chanel counter. Niall stands there for a moment, piece of paper crumpled in his hands and he's never felt more out of place. He's never felt more as if he didn't belong. The sales woman blatantly ignores him, offering to help the woman with the primped face and posh bag as opposed to the man with ink. Niall opts to wonder around the counter, glancing to the paper in his hands while trying to match your writing to the bottles and pods he sees before him. "Can I help you?" an annoyed, exasperated voice questions and when Niall looks up, he sees the sales woman before. He watches as she glances to the security guard who's gotten significantly closer since Niall entered the makeup department and Niall fights the sinking feeling inside. This is how he's always been treated. He had offered to pick your makeup up for you, seeing as you were currently in bed sick from the flu. He had known he would have felt out of place amongst the products but he never thought he'd be considered a possible thief. "I'm picking this stuff up for my girlfriend," he explains with a forced smile, new snakebites highlighting the dimples you loved so much as he passes the paper to the woman. "This is going to be expensive," she explains slowly, because obviously Niall was an idiot considering his tattoos. "Yeah... I got it covered," Niall snaps, flashing his black Visa and the woman's eyes widen. After that, she's more than willing to help him. "I'm never doing that again," he tells you once he returns home, setting the bag on your vanity and you raise an eyebrow. "They thought I was gonna rob the place... fucking twats," Niall mumbles, stripping out of his clothes to lie beside you. Once you slide your hand into his, Niall decides it wasn't that terrible. And he knows, if you asked him to do it again Niall would return to any makeup counter for you.