Niall One Shots

Tea for Two

You had your spot. It was yours. You found yourself there to get away, to feel the sense of belongingness, or to just be you without the fear.

The coffees shop located on Fifth. It was down the alleyway and the wrought iron archways gave it the mid-century gothic feel. It was homey.

The walk energized you, it made you look forward to your spot in the corner of the room. The wingback chair with a couple of pillows to support it. It was your spot to read, people watch, write... Whatever struck your fancy, that was what you were there for.

Today, the rain was especially brutal, the howling wind whipping your hair around, the rain drops seem to hunt out your exposed skin of your cheeks and hands.

No matter how close you got, it always seemed to get a little bit further away with each step.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you open the door, listening to that familiar jingle. The unashamed sigh of relief slipped from your lips. The warmth enveloped you and was greatly welcomed.

"Hey you." Jack's smile could light up the room no matter the weather outside.

Your cheeks darken a bit more-and not from the cold. His blonde locks and brown eyes kept you guessing what he was thinking.

Some days you thought he was into you. Other days, he showed no interest.

Today was one of those days. The flirtatious smile and that sparkle was there.

You usually got the tea on the house, but always left what you would pay for tea in the tip.

The book was just getting good when you fell asleep last night. You had the day off and this was place you wanted to be to finish it.

You weren't really paying attention when you were getting your tea and you turned around too quickly, running into another person. You doused him in the hot tea, ruining your book, ruining his book, ruining his cashmere sweater, and most likely hurting him.

Your eyes snapping to his, a million gasped and high pitched apologies coming from your lips. His eyes, round and blue stuck on yours.

Fuck.

Niall Horan.

On his off days, when it was particularly rainy and everything was much too soggy for a decent round of footie. The coffee house was his refuge.

Granted, he didn't make it there often and usually late in the day or early early morning. Never mid-afternoon on a soggy day.

The weather was fucking terrible. The water was like ice pellets pelting his cheeks, his ears, and hands. The beanie did little to keep the warmth in his head.

The relief he felt when he walked into the café was close to a self-made orgasm.

His eyes landed on the girl at the register. He could tell the way she twirled her hair on her finger and her giggles made it blatant she was attracted to him.

Niall had watched this barista 'at work' before. The flirting but not really interested. The girl is cute enough. But he wouldn't dare approach. If he did... It could be one fangirl that would lead to hoards, and this place wouldn't be his spot anymore.

He orders his tea extra strong, like usual. But what he wasn't expecting was being covered in hot tea.

"Sonuvabitch!" It slips out before cursing about cursing.

Her bright eyes were on his and before Niall could really register what was going on.

The words that come from her are high pitched and coming in frequency. Niall had seen you around here. Always in the corner, always with your nose in a book.

And you never noticed him. Or you did, but chose to ignore him.

Niall didn't know. And it was just now, he realised you really didn't notice him.

"Honestly, love, don' worry 'bout it. Jus' a drop o' tea is all." Niall grabs some napkins and goes to pat your chest dry before he figures out what he's doing. "Sorry." He blushes and pats at his own chest.

Your own flush works it's way up your cheeks, "Oh don't be. I was the one that spilt the tea." You wipe at your chest.

The barista comes over with two new teas and eyes Niall.

He didn't like him basically taking his back up option. He could tell by that flush you thought he was cute. But what girl (or guy) wouldn't see that in him?

"Hey, Y/N, are you still going to come to my-"

"Hi, I'm Niall." Niall had no problem interrupting this jerk.

You were starting to listen to Jack, but Niall seemed to be more dominant in that regard and demand a bit more from you. And you wanted to give it. "I'm Y/N." You smile and take the hand that Niall extended.

"Pleasure love. Can I sit with you?" His brows come up a bit.

You nod and Jack pouts a bit, "Hey, Y/N, did I-"

"Thank's Jake." Niall nods at him, taking both of the tea mugs from Jack and following you over to your corner spot, pulling up a chair.

Jack's shift was over and he was being pissy for no good reason really. He chose to pass you up, really. Just kept you there for emergency uses. His emergency back up when he needed it.

You and Niall sat and talked until the shop was getting ready to close up. The storm hadn't really lightened up any and you start to wrap up again in your jacket and scarf, tugging on the beanie.

"Is dere anyway we could meet up again?" Niall raises his brows. It was nice to escape and not be attacked with a fangirl. He had found out that you did indeed enjoy his music and band.

"Of course, rockstar." You tease and put your number into his phone. "I'll see you around. Because currently, I have an essay to go write. It was lovely meeting you." You smile in thanks as he opens the door for you.

"Likewise, Y/N. Get home safe!" Niall watches you head into the stormy weather and sighs softly.

Tea for two had been lovely. He'd hoped to take you to dinner soon.