Niam One-Shots

Bring Joy To Our Hearts

Here's an update for you guys. Sorry I've been so crap with updating I've just been very busy with school and have no time to actually sit down and write. And everything I write for you guys has to be perfect so that's why.

This is a one-shot that's super adorable and fluffy from tumblr. Hope you enjoy it :)

Summary: It's Christmas time, but that means something different to everyone.

Link:: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4751036#main

ENJOY!!!

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Work Text:

Liam shivered. It was December and despite the Christmas feeling everywhere, it was damn cold and of course he hadn't brought his warmest coat. (That one just didn't look as good as the thinner one.) So here he was, cursing his freaking vanity and walking as quickly as possible without making a fool of himself to stay a bit warm. That was a lost case, probably. He had only wanted to stop by at the supermarket and get some biscuits or something, really, just quick.

The oh-so-hyped Christmas holiday had lost his magic seven years ago when his father had left them right on Christmas Eve, running off and never coming back, when Liam was thirteen. He was totally over that, thank you very much, but Christmas was supposed to be a holiday of love, family and peace, and since that was ruined, Liam only scoffed when he walked by all the chocolates and Christmas-themed cakes and sugary stuff with silly pictures.

His mother drank on Christmas (more like every day, but especially on Christmas) and rather wasted her money on alcohol than on sweet treats. The things were horrendously expensive before Christmas, the price justified with a little bow that made people's eyes light up. Really. If Liam ever bought Christmas candy, he did it in January. Cheap, and as a student at college with a single, alcoholic Mum he was constantly short on money.

He had a job, yes, working as a boxing trainer for kids in a sports club three to four evenings a week, but he also had a rent to pay and student loans to pay off, and he thought pretty logical (most of the time, the goose bumps on his arms reminded him), so he watched his money, especially during Christmas time.

He wouldn't have expected the supermarket that was the nearest to his apartment be closed, though, so he had gone outside in the icy cold for absolutely nothing. He wasn't in that good of a mood, obviously. He ran into two people without apologizing and finally decided that it was enough. He'd gone outside already, he'd not go back to his flat without some sugar in his system that was badly needed.

His kitchen was empty, he'd anyways need to order some pizza. Or Chinese. Or whatever takeaway, the point was that right now he needed sugar or he'd yell at the next person that he bumped into even when it was completely his own fault. And Liam prided himself with normally being a nice, chill person.

So when a door to his right swung open and he was hit not only with warm air, but also with an overwhelming smell of sweetness and baked goods, he didn't hesitate a second and fled into the shop.

It was a small, cosy bakery, not exactly the type of shop that Liam normally frequented because the decoration was flowery and not quite matching, with everything just that little bit over the top. There were vintage style sign with quotes on them everywhere, in every colour that Liam could possibly think of and even more. It could've looked awful easily, but the atmosphere made it look comfortable somehow, and the smell was delicious.

Liam turned to the counter, and - of course. Everything was full of daintily decorated pastries, cookies, cakes, croissants, and generally just about everything Liam could've imagined. He spotted a ginger bread Santa and some Disney-themed sugar cookies and decided that, even though he felt the weird desire to stay and just breath in this heavenly smell forever, this was not the right place for him.