weak × leafycynical

six

Pero veo ángeles en sus ojos
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i hate this fanfic

Friday night. The night before the concert. The night before Niall would ask Calvin if he wants to be his boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

The word itself sounds so foreign. Saying Calvin and boyfriend in the same sentence seemed like a joke, unless it was actually Roman joking about how Calvin would never be his boyfriend. He's hoping those jokes would come to a hault after tomorrow. The simple thought of Niall being able to hold Calvin close to his chest and calling him his lover or any other cute couple name made him completely overjoyed.

He just didn't express those emotions when he stood behind a counter for eight hours waiting for someone to walk in through the doors of his work. Niall really can't complain about his job since it pays quite well and all he has to do is either sit or stand and not eat the frozen yogurt when no one else was present. It's not that hard, unless the huge peanut butter and Nutella jars sitting just to your right are constantly there, and the shift doesn't end for another four hours and that's when the other short dude with a messy haircut and an anime themed snapback takes his place for the time being.

Really, his job is only annoying when people complain about how the metal scale is broken when they actually just got a whole cup full of raspberry frozen yogurt and one too many toppings. Niall usually just recommended them getting a bit of cake batter flavor with cut strawberries, Oreos, and cookie dough pieces.

He even wrote it down on a piece of paper and taped it next to the section of toppings just so people won't complain about him 'not being much of a helpful service'.

The other highlight of his work day is when Roman comes in and just samples each of the flavors in the little paper cups they have and then leaves an annoyingly large tip, making Niall's boss wonder what kind of sugar daddy Niall was fucking on the weekends. Then Roman would leave while winking which made the whole sugar daddy idea a lot worse.

"And what do you think would go good with raspberries?" One of the customers asks. He's wearing a beanie and a black hoodie. Niall stops daydreaming when he looks over to the customer and forces a smile at him. "I don't really know, but maybe just some chocolate chips just to be safe. Definitely not gummy bears or anything like that though."

This is why Roman called him the fucking frozen yogurt king.

And speaking of Roman, he happened to walk in with a twenty dollar bill in his palm and winking at Niall as he walked inside the building. Niall groans while ignoring him and waiting for the customer to be finished. "Oh, who's the cute customer? Do you know him?" Roman asks loudly while checking out the customer who had yet to decide what he wanted.

In the end he just stuck with the frozen yogurt and raspberries. Niall thanked the god he didn't believe in as the customer paid. His cheeks are a dark red from what Roman had said. "No, I don't know him," Niall says and motions for Roman to move.

"Hi, I'm Roman, you should totally let me pay for you," he says, to which the customer just stutters over his words. Roman ends up handing the money in his hand to Niall.

"My tip..." Niall mumbles before giving Roman back his change. He smiles when Roman just puts the change into the cute tip jar that Erica, another employee, made during her work shift.

The customer, who's still blushing thanks Roman before they both sit down on the table by the big window together. Niall turns around and leans against the counter so he doesn't have to witness how good Roman is at seducing this random fucking guy.