Direction-Infection: A love story.

Is Niall my gift?

-Casey's point of view-

I am waaaaaaaaaaay tipsy.

"Hi," Niall smiled. He removed his shades while checking me out.

"Hi?" I blushed.

"You okay?" He asked.

Just lie through your teeth girl, or he'll think your some psycho on the loose.

"No, I think I'm kinda tipsy." Shit, What the hell? Way to lie that one up.

"Haha, and why is that gorgeous?" Oh my God, this might be the alcohol talking but he looooooooooooooooooooooks so hoooot in that red and white buttoned down checkered shirt.

"Well, for instincs, I just turned 18!" I squeeled.

He laughed, ah, his gorgeous laugh with his gorgeous smile. He's just so gorgeous.

"Happy birthday then gorgeous," He said, see? G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S.

I Smiled,

"Uh, may I know your name?" He asked.

"You may not." I said.

"And why is that?" He laughed again.

"I don't talk to strangers."

"Don't wanna scare you but you've been talking with me for 3 minutes now," He smiled, playing along.

"Oh no," I said, bowing my head. Tears started to fall from my eyes.

"Oh, wai...wai... wait. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." He said lowering himself to look at me, and grabbed me by my arms, aww. He's concerned.

"GOTCHA!" I shouted, Smiling. I giggled.

"You are just gorgeous aren't you?" He smiled.

I looked at his beautiful bluish something eyes.

"Please tell me your name,"

"Uh-uh." I shook my head.

"one tall macchiato, for ... Casey." The barista called out as we both looked at him.

Niall walked towards the pick up section.

 He pointed at me and the parista looked as well. I heard him say "yeah"

Niall walked towards me with my cup.

"Hi ... Casey" He smiled.

He got me, I smiled grabbing my drink.

"Hiya Niall." I gave him a little accent.

"You're Irish?!" He smiled widely.

"Biteen" ( A little bit in Irish) I said.

"Morthaibhseach" (Impressive in Irish) He replied.

I giggled.

"Please come with me,"

"Where?"

"Just come gorgeous." He grabbed my hands softly.

"But my frie...."

"Please?"

"Okay."