Wonder - niall horan a.u - { STOPPED FOR A WHILE UNDER CONSTRUCTION }

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I try to back out of line as slowly as I can before he sees me. I slowly turn around but its to line.

"Oi! Issa! Where are you going?" I stop in my tracks. Crap. He saw me. I turn around and say

"Uh hi"

"Where are you going? The checkout is over here." He smirks. Darn him. I walk back over to the line I was standing in before I tried to escape.

"I uh...forgot something." I inwardly sigh. Why I said that I don't know...I honestly don't think my mom wants me to bring need anymore stuff to my house. Speaking of which I need to clean my room.

"Well what did you forget? I can have Rick go and get it." He asks.

"Toilet paper!" I blurt out, that being the first thing that comes to my mind. Blondie smiles.

"Ok he'll be right over. Just let me page him." He grabs his walkie-talkie and says

"Yo Rick, you busy? Ok so can you please bring me a pack of...Wait Issa how many do you need?"

"A two pack is fine. Thank you!" Woah. I was actually able to say not one but TWO normal sentences. This is good.

"Can you please bring me a two-pack of toilet paper? Ok cool. Thanks man." Blondie puts his walkie-talkie down and looks at me.

"Here I'll check you out while we're waiting. WAIT not like that. Well actually either way works for me love." Blondie winks.

I can't even think of a response he scans the flour and he asks

"Do you want any help carrying your stuff?" He asks.

"Nope. No. Thanks but I'm good." I ramble. I do NOT want any more opportunities to embarrass myself.

"Wow. That's impressive. I have never heard someone say no in so many different ways. Are you like a human thesaurus?" He smirks.

"No" I blush and look at the ground.

"Well you do work in a bookstore." He says. I don't even get the chance to respond, because a man, who I'm guessing is Rick, walks over to us.

"Here yuh go miss." Rick says handing me the toilet paper.

"Thank you." I turn to walk away, but Blondie says

"Issa! You forgot your receipt."

"Oh thanks." I grab the flour, and the toilet paper. I'm halfway to my car and

I trip. I. freaking. trip. I tripped over AIR. The flour went flying and the toilet paper flew up into the air. Thankfully I catch myself before I face-plant and break my glasses. That would have been bad. I slowly stand up and brush myself off.

"Issa!?" I turn around and see Blondie holding my flour with his mouth hanging open.

"Hi." I say, smiling, but I'm sure it looks more like a grimace. Than he starts laughing. A beautiful sound, his laugh is. It's enough to make me start laughing myself. So here we are, two strangers laughing our heads off in the middle of a Safeway parking lot.

"Wait. Were you following me?" I ask, suddenly aware that he was right behind me this whole time.

"Oh no. My shift just ended. That's why I called Rick...he was my replacement." He says, as if was obvious.

"Oh." I run my fingers through my hair nervously.

"So...do you need help now?" Blondie laughs.

"...maybe." I mutter. Since he is still holding the flour, I grab the toilet paper and we walk over to my car.

"Thanks." I say, after I put my stuff in the trunk.

"No problem," He smiles. Than he feels around in pocket and pulls out a black Sharpie. He grabs my wrist and before I can react, he scribbles his number on my hand.

"If you need help, call me." He winks and walks away.

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Once I start driving, I think to myself should I call Blondie or not...Wait I don't even know his name! If only Delaney was here. She would know what to do. I' ll call her when I get home.

Before I know it, I'm pulling up to my house. It's a decent size house, with two stories and a big backyard.I get out of my car and hear my sister Carson and our brown boxer Murphy running out of the front door.

"MEL! Did you bring the flour?! Mom said we could make cookies!" she squeals. Ah Carson. She's 12 but sometimes acts like she's 6.

"What no hello," I ask "Ouch Car, that hurt." I clutch my heart and slowly fall to the ground.

"Get up you lazy bum." Carson snatches the flour out of my trunk and sprints inside the house. I swear that girl should do track. I get up, adjust my Lion King sweatshirt so my mom or Carson don't ask questions (my dad is out of town on a business trip) about "whose number is on my hand" and grab the toilet paper out of my trunk. I lock up my car and walk inside my house, grab Murphy and  lock the door behind me.

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A/N

Hello my lovelies. Sorry this is just a filler chapter. Don't forget to comment, vote and share!! :)

-jules-