Love Like In A Book

Chapter 20: Never Been Kissed.

Step 1: You Spill Your Coffee All Over Him.

We've all read that epic fanfic scene where you meet the celeb by accidentally spilling your coffee all over him and we all know accidents aren't my thing. I just do them and claim it's an accident.

I walked into this very new cafe down the street, Corners Cafe. Yep,  I'm still looking for the guy who came up with the name.

"Hello, welcome to Corners Cafe, how may I assist you?" a young boy said in a monotonous voice.

I frowned but shrugged it off, I wasn't here to discuss voice tones or ways to overcome teenage boredom. "I'd like black coffee."

He nodded and typed a few things on the computer sitting before him, "anything-"

"I want you to understand the type of black I'm talking about, I'm talking about black coffee, very black, jet black coffee."

He nodded slowly, "do you want it with anything?"

"hmm," I placed my index finger on my chin and looked up to the ceiling. "Yes, I'll have it with milk, lots of milk, enough milk, plenty milk. Then, add chocolate."

He gave me a freaked out expression and nodded.

"Please, put chocolate chip inside so I can few something when drinking it, I don't have money to buy bread."

He nodded again, "just sit there, I'll be right back." His tone changed completely.

I nodded and began to walk away but then, I remembered something important and rushed back to him, "I forgot sugar. Ha! It'd have been disastrous."

His eyes widened a bit, "you still want sugar?"

I nodded, "any problem?"

He shook his head no.

"Remember, jet black coffee. For no reason should the coffee lose its colour and remember, I'm buying it because of the colour. And it should be hot, very hot."

He nodded and turned to leave. I walked back and took my seat, I looked out the window and saw him. I panicked when I saw him walking towards the cafe wondered where Robot Boy and my coffee where. Robot Boy called me and I quickly rushed to grab my coffee but stopped in my tracks when I saw what was holding my coffee.

It was a bucket. A very big bucket.

"Seriously?"

He rolled his eyes, "did you hear what you ordered for?"

The door opened and the sound of his hello rang in my ear and without thinking, I grabbed the bucket and emptied the entire content on him.

He screamed. Bloody Murder.

I looked at him and frown before turning to face Robot Boy who was sporting an extremely bored expression, "that is not jet black."

"With all the milk I dumped in it? It's a miracle it still has a hint of black."

"I'm not paying for this nonsense. After all, I told you it had to be jet black and you brought this trash."

"YOU POURED HOT COFFEE ON ME!"

I turned back to face him, "I don't drink cold coffee."

Presenting all the way from Mullingar, Ireland, give it up for the one, the only...........Niall Horan as candidate 18.

Step 2: He Tells You About His Childhood Crush He Wants To Confess His Undying Love To And He Needs Your Help.

How Niall managed to get over the coffee incident, I'll never know. But how he managed to conceive this idea, I'll kill to know.