Niall One Shots

On the Train

Today was the day. He was finally going to talk to you. Niall had been watching you from across the train for months now. As creepy as that sounds, your beauty was hypnotizing and he knew that he needed to talk to you. He knew you were the one. But he couldn't pluck up the courage. It was silly, but he knew that you were the one. He fell in love with you.

He would notice how you were always on the train before he was, who your hair was perfectly curled and pinned up, there was not wrinkle in your blouse, the same faint smile on your lip. The gorgeous nature of eyes, they always seemed so kind and deep.

But today was the day.

You had notice Niall long before he had noticed you. He was almost always late for the train. But, even though he was always late, he was always handsome. Those blue eyes seem to pierce through you. When you would watch him, you would notice all of those little things. The way his shirt would be untucked on one side, his hair would be ruffled, the couple of papers he would seemingly drop over and over again.

You found it utterly adorable. But could you ever work up the nerve to talk to him? No. Even as handsome that he is. You felt like he was out of your league. Even though you felt like he was the one. You know you had grown to fall in love with him, as silly as that was. You couldn't help it.

Niall walked onto the train, actually on time and just as you were about to comment to him about his on time nature, he beat you to it.

"Look at dat, no running ta catch da train." He chuckles a bit, his eyes going to yours.

They were even more blue than you had previously thought. "And a shirt tucked in! Oh! And a brief case?!" You giggle and keep your eyes on his. You wanted to blush and look away, you gave away that you have almost, watched him?

Niall grins, you were watching him too over the time. "And ya are always so prim and proper, not a hair outta place."

You flush and bite your lip.

God, you were gorgeous. "I'm Niall." He holds his hand out for you to shake.

"Y/N." You take his hand.

Your hand was so soft and delicate in his strong and calloused one.

"Pleasure, love." He smiles softly.

His accent made you feel weak in the knees, but you had to hold yourself together. "I couldn't agree more." You nod a bit.

All the while this was happening, the flirting, the shy smiles, the giggles. The train was gaining speed, the conductor keeping careful eye on the way everything was ran.

His mistake though... He didn't slow around one of the bends. One of the most crucial thing to happen when taking a bend.

"So, I was t'inkin', instead of us both goin' home after work... We could go ta dinner or somethin'..." He chews his top lip a bit and searches your eyes.

"I would-"

The bend came and the train was going to fast, it started to derail. The excess speeds were too much for it.

It completely derailed, throwing the passengers around were being thrown about.

The screams were loud, the crushing sounds of the car were even louder. Niall had been thrown on top of you before you two were separated again. The lights seem to get brighter for both of you.

You didn't even give him the satisfaction of telling him yes. That you would love to.

He would never know that you said yes. Niall wouldn't feel that immense feeling of butterflies that you felt when he had asked you.

Today was the day for the beginning... But it was actually the ending for the end.

Today was that day.