Niall One Shots

Un-Lucky Run-Ins

You paid for your coffee and thank the barista. You loved this little coffee shop. It was what your favourite, you spent so much time here.

It was your escape with your break up with Niall. You felt so close to home here. You were alone in this country and this was the only thing that seemingly kept you sane.

You turn away from the counter and run into another person.

"Oh bloody-I am so sorry!" You start to try and pat at his chest.

You recognised that broad, trim chest.

Fuck.

"Don' worry about it, kidden." Niall smirked down at you.

Niall knew what he was doing, calling you by your old nick name, "kitten", showing up at the place that is closest to you. But he wasn't sure how else to get into contact with you.

The few times he had tried to contact you to say sorry and try to make it up to you, it wouldn't go through. You had gotten a new number. But Niall only wanted to try and make things right with you. He loved you. And he was sure you still loved him.

You were furious! For fucks sake, this was your one special place and Niall basically had infiltrated it.

"Niall." You say flatly. He was the last person you wanted to see. But here you both were.

"'aven't changed much, 'ave we?" His brows comes up and gets a napkin and goes to wipe at your chest.

You step back, your hands coming up to stop him from wiping at your chest, "I can do it." You take the napkins and wipe at your own chest.

Niall knew where to find you. You had dumped him and he didn't necessarily take that too well. But neither did you. You both loved each other but it was no longer working out.

It had been at least six months since the two of you last saw each other. And here he was, invading your special place.

"'Ow 'ave ya been?" His brows come up as he starts to order his drink, "Oh, can I get ya another?"

"No." You say simply and the barista gives you a new one, free of charge.

"Oh, well den." He laughs a bit. "I've been wonderful, t'anks for asking." He teases. "Dating much?" He wanted to know every little thing, where you have been, how was work, anyone new obviously.

"Yeah." You say simply going to sit in a single chair table, but he pulled up a chair. For fucks sake.

"Well, 'ow was it?" His eyes searched yours.

"Had to pay for a couple of my own meals and they didn't get a second date." You shrug.

"I mean... I can always treat ya out next Friday night..."

You snort, "Right, hard pass Niall. Thank you." You sip at your drink and try to start the book you've been trying to finish.

"Oh, well, if ya 'ave anymore dates ya 'ave ta pay for... I can wire ya da money." He smirks and raises his brows.

You roll your eyes, "Thanks but no."

Niall shrugs, "Still know yer account information anyways." His eyes go to yours, "But dats none of my business." He takes a drink of his tea.

"You're right, it's not. Neither is my dating life, or where I get my tea. So if you wouldn't mind? I have quite a bit to do." You murmur and start to pack up.

"Ya and I both know dat dats not true." He says, taking your book hostage. "Take a seat, and let's catch up, yeah?"

You close your eyes. One of the many reasons you broke up with him. You sit down and fold your arms. "Well, what?" You raise your brows.

"Aren't ya gonna ask me 'ow I've been?" He all but pouts.

Gritting your teeth and focusing on not rolling your eyes. "How have you been? Seeing anyone?"

"Been fine yeah, but not seeing anyone, could never find anyone like ya." He winks at you and you rub your face. "I see ya still carry the purse I gave ya."

Of course you did. It was ten thousand dollars. You nod a bit, "Yeah, just because things didn't work out between the two of us, doesn't mean I let a perfectly good purse go to waste."

"Do ya miss me?" He asks, ignoring the purse.

Without missing a beat, you answer, "No."

"Ouch, dat kinda hurts." Niall frowns a bit.

You scoff, "No. What kinda hurts is when you told me you loved me, then turned around in our fights and told me you hated me and I was a bitch. What hurts is when you threw away my gift because you were mad. All of this happening before we broke up." Your eyes were hard on his. "Don't sit here and try to tell me what I am saying hurts. I should have left long before I did." You shake your head.

Niall glares at you, "Well, maybe if ya didn' always over react!" He shakes his head, "T'anks fer reminding why it was such a good idea!"

You sigh, "Stop. Niall. Honestly." You shake your head. "You knew I came here. You came here to find me. Why?"

"Doesn' madder now, I remembered why we broke, I had seemed to forgot." His eyes get darker the longer he glares down at you.

You want to cower, look down, apologize and take him back. Fold under him like you always would. Let him have his way. Never had he hit you. But you both got into some decent screaming matches.

But you're better than that and better than all of this. You were not that coward. "Seemed like you had. I remember it quite clearly."

"Ta dink I loved ya." He shakes his head.

"I loved you! I never not once didn't! It took me a long time to get over you and over all of this." You gesture between the two of you. "But you were no longer good for me, And I don't think I was good for you either." You shrug.

Niall sighs. He wasn't over it. He honestly wasn't sure he would be anytime soon either. "I'm sorry Y/N, I honestly am. I wasn' a good man fer ya."

You shrug, at this point, it was just an apology. It didn't change your mind about him or about any of this.

It was all just an unlucky run in.

"I really ought to be off now, I'll maybe see you around." You reach over and take the book from his grip.

You knew you hurt his feelings. You knew all of this was hurtful in general. But honestly, it didn't matter.

You were no longer his, nor was he yours, to even worry about really. "Bye Niall." You murmur and head out of the cafe, waving to the concerned looking barista.

"Bye..." He murmurs. He knew he lost something great and it was his fault. All of this was just... It was a bad idea on his part.

He sits there for a moment longer, living in what used to be and what could have been before leaving the cafe for a last time, knowing he wasn't going to be going back anytime soon.

Because, it frankly wasn't his place to be. And he wasn't going to make anymore unlucky run ins happen.