A Maid's Secret **Niall Horan Fan Fiction**

Chapter 3: Broken Glass

                  Alana was awoken the next morning by the screeching of an alarm. She rolled over, slamming her hand on the snooze button and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Adjusting to the flashing 7:00 on the clock, she groaned and rolled out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to shower and get ready for her first full day with her adorable but unhappy boss. After getting ready, Alana looked into the mirror and grinned, she was dressed in light colored shorts and a simple black tank top. The makeup she put on, making her seem awake and beautiful.  She looked presentable, unlike last night, when she met her boss in her pjs, dancing around like an idiot. Her cheeks flushed a scarlet red at the thought and she headed to the kitchen, hoping a decent breakfast would make up for the bad introduction. She decided to make a full spread: pancakes, fruit salad, eggs, bacon and coffee. As she was putting the last dish on the table, a sleepy voice spoke up behind her, "It smells absolutely amazing down here" Niall spoke and rubbed his eyes. Alana turned to greet him, stopping abruptly when she noticed he wash shirtless, only wearing purple basketball shorts that clung loosely to his hips. Alana quickly turned and headed back into the kitchen to grab forks, her cheeks once again a deep scarlet shade. She handed Niall his fork and he began to dig in as she sat down and fixed her plate. "This is amazing" Niall said, a mouth full, bits of food falling back out. Alana giggled and Niall looked up at her, and stopped chewing for a brief moment and just looked at her, taking in her beauty. Alana noticed him staring and blushed, looking down at her hands, he was truly adorable she thought to herself. As Niall took the last bite of his food, Alana stood up to clear the table. Hands full, she turned to take the dishes to the kitchen, leaving Niall alone with his thoughts once again. As she washed the sticky, syrup covered dishes, Alana couldn't help but think how adorable he looked humming at the delicious food as he shoveled it into his mouth, A small giggle escaped her lips and Niall asked from the doorway "What are you laughing at" causing her to jump and drop a plate, it sending shards of sharp glass everywhere. *"I am so sorry, oh my gosh Niall, I didn't me-"* "It's okay, i shouldn't have startled you" Niall said, interrupting her apology. Quietly, Niall and Alana crawled around on the floor, picking up glass shards. Niall watching closely, as the embarrassed look on her face faded, twisting into a worried and shocked expression. "Niall, your hand... here, let me help" Alana motioned for him to come stand near her. Looking down and noticing that his hand was bleeding, Niall stood up and threw the glass shards into the trash and walked over to the counter, lifting himself to sit on it as Alana ran to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. "Well this is just what i needed. I'm so stupid" Alana thought. As she walked back into the kitchen, she noticed Niall looked a little worried and decided to distract him from the bleeding hand *"i can fix that for you, i am so sorry. At least my embarrassing dancing last night didn't hurt you" Niall laughed at her comment and smiled down at her "pshhhh this? This doesn't hurt, and i thought the dancing was cute." Instantly regretting what he said, Niall blushed and cleared his throat "you know, it was a nice way to break the ice" Niall said awkwardly and looked away, mentally slapping himself for saying that as Alana dug through the first aid kit, hiding an embarrassed smile behind her long hair. Finding what all she would need, Alana took Nialls hand in hers and felt his gaze fall back onto her face, causing her to blush again. Trying to ignore his blue eyes staring into her brown ones, Alana realized that the cut on his hand was worse than she originally thought. Her brows furrowed and she began to wash his hand, niall wincing slightly but never averting his gaze. *"I'm sorry, it will only burn for a second"* she looked up to him and smiled lightly, going back to work on his hand. Niall watched as she studied his hand making sure she cleaned it thoroughly and got all the glass out of it. He watched her brows as they furrowed and her bottom lip as it pouted out in concern. Although Niall would never admit it, he couldn't help but think that she was absolutely stunning, and was glad his mother hired her. He could get used to her being around.

                 Finishing nialls bandages, Alana smiled *"All done sir"* she giggled and turned to throw the bandage wrappers and alcohol soaked cotton balls away. Niall stayed on the counter and watched her as she walked back and forth, cleaning up the mess from the first aid kit and then finishing the dishes in the sink. They sat in silence and as Alana finished drying the last dish and put it into the cupboard, Niall wondered what the feeling in his chest meant and why he couldn't think straight with her in the same room. Trying to ignore it, he began to speak "i-" Before he could get anything else out, Alana turned to him and smiled, *"I will be back downstairs in time to make lunch, please let me know if you need anything before then"* before he could say anything, Alana had disappeared around the corner and was headed down the hall towards her room. Niall fell backwards into the cabinet and sighed and ran his fingers over his newly bandaged hand. He mentally slapped himself again. He missed his chance. Again.

                                                                                   Alana's Outfit

                                                                                 Alana's Makeup

                                                                                          Niall

                                                                                        Breakfast