Turning Pages (Niall Fanfic)

Chapter Three

Danielle's POV:

What is wrong with me? Was all I could think once I stepped foot into the door of this small Chinese restaurant. Here, this random stranger was being nice to me and I could hardly say thank you.

A short Asian woman led me to a small booth fixed with soy sauce, sugar packets, salt, and pepper. She then handed me a menu.

"What would you like to drink?" She asked me politely in the best English she could possibly manage.

"Do you have coffee?" I asked in a little louder tone than what I spoke to the stranger in.

"Coffee with Chinese?" She half giggled to me.

"I could really use the caffeine." I told her with a slight smile.

She nodded sweetly to me and said that the buffet was still open. I told her that I would take that and handed my menu back to her. I looked around the room and saw that the place was pretty much empty. A few waitresses, chefs, one larger family, one middle aged couple, and the stranger.

I took a good look at him while he skimmed his own menu, not seeming to want to go for a cheap buffet like myself. His hair had dark roots and sandy blonde ends that were flicked up every which way and he was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans and a white t-shirt. I couldn't go into detail much more except for the color of his eyes.

At the door, he made direct eye contact with me. I could feel his own eyes trying to look into mine when I did not have the courage to look into his. When I finally did make eye contact with him, they were a medium blue that seemed to be made up of many other different shades of blue. The only way I could describe them was that they were like the ocean. The color of the sea changes... but they reminded me more of the sea because when I looked into them, I felt like I could get lost in them. Drown it them. His eyes seemed inviting as the sea does, but I sensed that they hid many secrets as well.

I left my suitcase and purse at the table and made my way past him and towards the buffet of steaming hot food. I felt his eyes catch at the back of my head. I dumped food onto my plate and eventually gave up on trying to keep it as separated as possible. As I grabbed a set of forks and knives wrapped up in a napkin on a cart nearby, I glanced at this stranger and he glanced back up at me.

Niall's POV:

Does she know who I am? I asked myself as she made her way back to her own booth.

She unfolded her napkin and started chowing down at her mountain of food. She had one of the tiniest bodies I had ever seen, but man, did she seem like she knew how to eat.

"What would you like to drink, sir?" The small Chinese woman asked me.

"Umm... Do ya gotta beer?" I asked her, my thick Irish accent contrasting her sweet Chinese accent.

"First her with the coffee and now you with the beer?" She laughed pointing at both the girl and I.

"Yeah I know it doesn't sound good together, but it actually is." I said to the waitress.

"I'll still get you one." She said trying to compose herself. "Hey listen... I was wondering if maybe we could take a picture together and you could sign a napkin for me. I would love to rub in it my sisters' face..."

"Oh..." I said quietly hoping that she hadn't blown my cover. I love the fans but I really just wanted to seem normal tonight. "Sure." I said looking around the room.

The larger family had already left and the middle aged couple in the corner of the room seemed to not care. I weighed my options and confirmed to myself that it was safe.

"Oh, okay! Thank you!" She said with excitement.

She walked away quickly and started jabbering on in Chinese a little louder than what was necessary. She made her way back behind the kitchen where I'm sure her phone or camera would be. I just hoped she wouldn't forget my pint.