《Newtmas Oneshots》

Closing Up Late

I thought that the first one was hilarious, so I decided to write it and see what happens.
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(Dylmas)

Dylan's POV

"Thank you, have a nice evening." I said flatly.

The last customer finally left the store after ten minutes of deciding which nail polish color to get: Midnight Black or Coal Black.

Idiots.

I glanced at the clock that red ten minutes past nine; past closing time. I hated closing up late. I walked around the checking table and headed towards the front door. I locked the door shut and went to the back room to get the broom to clean up. I quickly sweeped the floors clean in five minutes and got ready to head home. Suddenly, loud knocks came from the front of the store. I jumped in suprise and saw a guy with a dark blue sweater on peering through the door. I couldn't see his face because his hood was shadowing it. He motioned me to come over. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and reluctantly shuffled over to the door. I unlocked it and opened it.

"Listen, man, the store is closed so go-"

My breath hitched as I saw the man's face from underneath the dark hood. His face was thin and his jawline was as sharp as a knife. His eyes gleamed from the dim lights coming from the store. He was really, really hot.

"Actually, never mind. You know what, I think I can make an exception for someone like you. Please, do come in." I smiled charmingly while holding the door open.

"Thanks." He replied as he went in.

I swooned internally from his honeyed voice. I watched him, sort of discreetly, from the counter. He was in the pharmacy isle, which was a plus for me because I could look at his entire body. He was definetly thin, but a healthy thin. He pulled his hood down and revealed golden, messy hair that looked perfect on him. He glanced over at me and blushed a bit when he saw me staring. I coughed awkwardly as I tried to look busy.

He brought his items to me and I checked them out. I couldn't let this guy get away from me without knowing his name.

"So," I started. "You always do your shopping after the store closes?"

I kicked myself for that.

"No, sorry about that," He laughed, a british accent caking his words nicely. "I remembered that my mum needed her usual asprins, so I had to run here to get them. Thanks for letting me in, by the way."

"No problem."

"I also hope I wasn't taking to long finding what I needed. I noticed you staring at me."

"Oh, yeah," I chuckled. "I was staring at you for an entirely different reason."

"What would that reason be?" He asked.

"What?" I blushed, trying to find a response. "I, uh, have that same sweatshirt."

"Oh. Well, that's nice. I bet it looks as amazing on you as that staff shirt looks on you."

I smiled at his almost shameless flirting.

"Well, I would love to let you see it on me."

"I think we could arrange that."

He grabbed a post-it note from the counter and a pen. He scribbled quickly on it then handed it to me. On the note was his number and name.

"Thomas." I said aloud, trying his name out.

"That's me." He laughed.

I stuck my hand out and put a (probably) pathetic formal look on my face. Thomas grabbed my hand and shook it.

"It is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Dylan O'Brien." I said poshly.

"Thomas Sangster." He replied in the same voice.

I brought his hand up to my lips and kissed it gently. His face turned beet red at my action, but it didn't look like he didn't enjoy it.

"Well, I hope you have a nice night, Dylan."

"Same to you, Thomas. Be expecting a call from me very soon."

"Well, goodnight." He smiled.

He slipped out the door and walked away from the store. I watched him for as long as could see him. I placed a hand over my heart and sighed. He seemed very sweet with a great sense of humor. My kind of guy. I quickly closed up shop and headed out  and towards my car. I got in and shut the door. I sighed loudly as Thomas's warm voice echoed through out my mind.

I love closing up late.

PLES READ
I've loved writing this book, and I think it's coming to an end.
I've decided to eather end this book with the next oneshot or at my 40th chapter.
I want my last oneshots to be my best.
Please tell me what you want my last ones to be  about and I will gladly write it for you.
Also, if you have an idea on what the very last one should be, then please let me know.

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~October