magic word ♡ [n.s] slow update

Prologue .,

Will someone's life be any worse than mine?

Naaaah, I don't think it will. Or?

Oh! I forget to introduce myself ... ahem!

I'm Niall James Horan and I'm proud to say I'm into guys.

I'm the most unluckiest boy in this entire world. Why?

Yeah ... well I'm 17 years old. Hahhh! You see I'm old enough to take 4 part-time jobs!

In the age of 17, gosh ... I'm just one of the normal teenagers who want to have fun with friends, partying with load of hot guys for fuck sake!

Why am I have to stuck with these boring jobs?!

The answer for that question is very easy -- debt.

Don't misunderstanding me. It's not my own debt.

I'm not that kind of bad kids.

I have to be hard-working for my dad's debt sake!

After my mom had accidentally disappeared from our life, all my dad has been doing is getting drunk and gambling all day all night. Every single day!

I'm sick and so done with him but what else can I do? Nothing. He's my dad anyways.

So basically, I'm the one who lead the family now.

RIP my peaceful sleep, netflix, wonderful meal. Ugh!

I miss you, mom.

Where are you now? Don't you miss your family, your son?

--- ding ding ding ding ---

Sound of the hell ... umm I mean bell pulls me back to the present.

Showing one tall figure with sexy black outfit walking in my little cafe.

It seems like he's around my age. Maybe older than me 1-2 years.

Hmmm ... this guy look super hot in those black jeans and black t-shirt. His long curl brush against his goddam jaw when he looks around the cafe making him look more extremely sexy.

Gosh! I'd be lying if I say I'm not drooling when those emerald eyes accidentally meet my light blue ones.

Is it only me or the air-conditioner in here is not working?

Okay Niall ... take a deep breath and you'll be fine.

"Good morning, sir. What can I get for you?" I clear my throat before politely ask him.

I have to bring all my energy to control myself not to stare at his tattoos that's painted over his irresistible chest.

Oh! Do I mention that his first three bottons are left unbotton.

Fuck! I guarantee that this guy will be the death of me.

"I want 2 strawberry cupcakes and a cup of ice-mocha without sugar please," he orders without even looking up at me.