One Direction Imagines Book Three

Niall - Actions Speak Louder Than Words

The whole atmosphere was at its usual; loud, pounding and overwhelming for a person who didn't speak.

You hadn't spoken much you're whole life. Since being little, you only said a few words, having felt a need not to speak.

It was frustrating. You had so many feelings and so many things to say, but you couldn't get the words out. You didn't know how.

You could say a few words, like 'coffee please' when you were ordering from the local cafe, but even that could be a challenge.

Sitting in the local cafe was a usual, yet something about today was different. A man sitting on the table opposite to you was looking over at you, making you feel ten times more anxious than you already did.

He had blonde hair with brown roots, and bright blue eyes that you could see clearly from your seat at your table.

You stared back at him in confusion, but he only smiled back at you, before offering you a small wave.

You awkwardly sent a small smile back before looking back at your book; a world where you could escape to when you felt like your emotions could not be expressing.

"Hi," A soft voice spoke, making you look up from your book to see the same man who was smiling at you only a few minutes ago.

"Mind if I sit?" He asks, already taking a seat across from you.

You simply nod in response, having unsurprisingly not been able to form a sentence to tell him no.

"I've seen you around a few times, are you okay? You don't seem to have much company." He adds and his eyes widen at his forwardness.

"I'm sorry - that didn't come out right. I just mean - you seem lovely, and I'd expect someone like you to be surrounded by friends."

How he thought you were lovely without knowing you was one thing you didn't understand.

Since living on your own, you hadn't needed to speak. You kept to yourself in daily life and you got on with your work, never having drawn enough attention to yourself for people to speak to you, so this situation was strange.

However, you always kept a small notepad and a pen with you, just in case you encountered having to speak to someone and you couldn't get your words out, which was fortunate in this situation.

You pull out your notepad, writing down a few sentences as Niall watches in admiration.

You hand the notepad to him, as it reads;

I'm sorry, I can't speak, I'm not being ignorant. Thank you though.

"Don't apologise! I'm so sorry, I didn't know... But, if you can't speak, that must be so hard." He thinks outloud, a frown on his lips.

You shake your head, writing another note to him;

It's okay, but you don't need to keep talking to me. It's alright :)

"I'm sorry, am I bothering you? I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so forward. Believe it or not, I do have manners." He laughs, his tone nervous, yet his laugh was a dirty laugh, one that caught you off guard at how wonderful it sounded.

You shake your head quickly.

"You don't feel like you're a bother to me... Do you?" He then asks slowly, noticing your distress.

You sigh, writing down another note;

You don't need to feel inclined to talk to me, that's all. I'm used to sitting alone.