"Thank you", I smiled at the cashier when she handed me my coffee. I looked around the shop looking for an empty seat. As soon as I found one, I rushed over and sat down before someone could steal it. I set all my things down and took out my laptop. I have a 3 page essay due at 4:30p.mand it is currently 11a.m.
"Is this seat taken?" I quickly take a glance at the person speaking in front of me and then look back down at my laptop.
"No, go ahead!" I respond. I noticed he had on a white hoodie and dark sunglasses. Did he have an accent? I'm pretty sure I heard one.
When I looked back towards him he still had his hoodie on and glasses but now he had a book out and was writing. "Homework?", I asked. "Yeah, you could say that." He said with a shy smile, "I'm working on a song." "Ah, so you're a song writer." I smiled shyly back at him as he nodded. "I'm Krys, by the way." I said, sticking my hand out towards him. "Niall." He responded grabbing my hand and giving me a firm handshake.
I smiled at him again and started typing my essay. He started humming a song that I recognized as Ed Sheeran's Lego House. "I love Ed Sheeran." I said still typing away. "Really? He's a good friend of mine and the boys." I laughed thinking he was kidding but when I noticed he wasn't laughing I stopped. "Wait, the boys?" I asked, repeating what he had just said.
"You have no clue who I am?" He asked with a chuckle. "Im sorry, no." I said. He then removed his glasses and he had the most beautiful colored eyes I've ever seen. He started singing, "you're insecure don't know what for you're turning hea-" I interrupted him by saying, "one direction?" I smiled at him. "I knew you're name sounded familiar."
"So I'm guessing you're a fan?" He laughed. "No offence, no. I'm not. My little sister is and that's how I know that song."
"Good" he said. What does he mean good? I felt bad for saying I wasnt a fan. "Excus-" I begin to say before he started, "it's nice to finally talk to someone who doesn't scream in my face or ask for something." He said as he smiled. That smile. I smiled back at him as he put his sunglasses back on.
"If it's not too much, may I have your number, Krys?" I love the way my name sounded with his accent. I nodded and quickly wrote down my number and tore the piece of paper from my notebook. "Thanks, beautiful. I better get going. Im late for rehearsals." He said. He opened his arms and I stood up to hug him. He walked towards the front door of the coffee shop where some man was waiting for him. Was he watching us the whole time? I quietly laughed to myself. I saw them both get into a black car and drive off. I started to gather my things to leave when my phone vibrated. It was a text, "was that vanilla body spray? You smelled amazing ;) -Niall"
