Imagines

Niall Horan #2

"Caitlin, hurry up and order the pizza! I'm starving!" Your best friend, Liam, whines. You laugh at him as you grab your laptop, sitting on the couch. You go to Papa John's website before looking at Liam, raising an eyebrow.

"What kind do you want? I'm getting my usual, sausage and mushroom." As usual, Liam wrinkles his nose at the mention of mushrooms. You thought they were delicious though.

"Uhh...let's go with green pepper and onion this time," he says, shrugging. You laugh as you type the order into the website. Liam always changed up the toppings, as long as they weren't mushrooms or anchovies.

"There. Two medium pizzas, they'll be here in twenty minutes." You say, putting your computer away. Of course, Liam groans at the announcement of the "long wait."

"Shut up and play the movie," you laugh.

...

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. You pause the movie and grab some cash before going to answer the door. You open the door...and come face to face with a very attractive pizza boy.

You can't do anything except stare into his piercing blue eyes. After a few minutes, his bored expression turns into one of concern as he tries to capture your attention.

"Hey, are you alright? You still need to pay, miss." He says once he's finally got your attention.

"O-Oh yeah. I'm sorry, how much was it?" You fumble as you finally break your gaze from his ocean-colored eyes.

The boy smirks as he repeats the price and you blush wildly as you shove a wad of cash, plus a tip, into his hand. As you take the two pizza boxes from him, he surprises you by giving the tip back.

"T-Take it," you stutter over your words.

"Oh, I'm sure a tip won't be necessary."

"Why not?" You stare at him with wide eyes.

He chuckles and takes out a pen, writing something on the pizza's receipt before handing it to you. You look down, surprised to see his name, Niall Horan, and his number scribbled out on the piece of paper.

"Call me sometime, and then we can discuss the details of your 'tip,'" the pizza boy says, before winking and walking off to his car as if nothing had happened.

Call him? You wonder as you look down at his number once again.

You think you will.