Niall Horan Imagines

Coffee Shop...

Sitting next to my usual corner window, I looked out at the beautiful city, full of hopes and dreams.

My attention was driven to the cause of the bell ringing when someone walked through the door. He walked in, the blondy that I'd see every day. He always seemed to arrive a couple minutes after me.

I guess we just had a similar timing when it came to coffee.

I had been coming to this coffee shop for as long as I can remember and I remember perfectly the first day he walked through the door.

I was half way through Sense & Sensibility, one of my favorite books of all time. The bell of the shop rung signaling someone had walked in.

He was slim, blonde, was wearing black skinny jeans and a blue T-shirt. Although his outfit was so simple it fit him perfectly. He ordered a black coffee with three sugars. As he waited for his order he turned around, leaning against the waiting counter. His eyes roamed the mostly empty shop, stopping at me. Eye contact was shared for a little less than three seconds, red rushing to my features as an embarrassed smile tugged at my lips.

A low chuckle left his mouth, probably at how weird and awkward I was.

Ever since that day, we've sort of had non-verbal conversations. Just our stare burning through each other. I know it may seem weird but to me, it was fun.

There was still an actual conversation to be spoken between us, but neither of us ever made the first move.

He flashed that gorgeous smile towards me, just like he did every day.

Today he wore skinny jeans, white high tops, a black jacket. Damn, he was hot.

"Order 15" the cashier spoke, breaking our eye contact.

He thanked the young brunette as he grabbed his coffee.

Another smile my way. With that he walked out the shop.

For the first time in my life a flash of confidence rushed through me, bringing me to my feet and towards the door.

Three months, three months of nothing but staring and friendly smiles. I wanted more. I needed more. I ran outside, looking for the cute blonde.

There he was, "Hey blondy!" I yelled

He froze in his spot, turning around, looking for the person who just called for him.

His eyes stopped when he noticed my figure. A slight smirk tugged at his lips.

"Hey!" He yelled back.

We both began to walk towards each other, the distance between us getting smaller and smaller.

My heart beat sped up, and I was sure that at any second it would burst out of my chest.

"Hey." We both repeated at the same time. A small giggle passing both our lips.

"What's your name?" I asked abruptly

"Niall, yours?"

"(YN), nice to finally speak to you." I smiled, exaggerating the word speak.

"Yeah, it is nice isn't it." A comfortable silence hovered over us before he spoke with his amazing Irish accent.

"You're going to think I'm weird." He whispered

"I won't. "

"Well, I was wondering if you would like to go on a date, some time?" He scratched the back of his neck.

"I would love too." I smiled

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"I hope you had a good time." Niall spoke as we stood at the steps of my house.

"I had am amazing time. How'd you know I would love mini golf?" A small giggle surpassing my lips.

"Took a wild guess." His eyes met mine once more. This time though, was different.

"Is it possible," he took a grip on my hands, slowly intertwining our fingers, "to like someone this much even though we've only shared a couple conversations?"

A happy grin tugged at my lips, "I mean, we have had many staring contests. Plus, we just went on a wonderful date. I'd say its possible!"

"Great, because I really, really like you (YN)." He leaned in pressing his lips on mine for a sweet and gentle kiss.

"I really, really like you too."

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