One Shots

Eye of the Beholder {au}

Niall was just a poor kid, not actually poor, but he needed money for school, so he used his favourite things to get money. One of them, taking pictures of actor for their headshots. And maybe, he gave in to a pretty guy he saw at the park one day. A pretty guy named Harry.

And maybe, just maybe, Harry was insecure. So, when he sees a beautiful blond taking his picture, he asks for him to delete it. And maybe Niall tells him he’s beautiful. And maybe Harry blushes.

Or maybe this is a really fluffy story about how Niall had to either delete the photo, or edit it. And Niall knows exactly what to do.

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“Okay, you’re done,” Niall said, taking one final snap of Louis, Louis was taking headshots because he felt it was time to audition for something. Niall liked him, Louis made him laugh. Usually Niall would just stand there, taking pictures of silent guys, or cocky assholes who only talked about how hot they were.

“Thanks mate,” Louis said, pulling his jacket on, “hey, we should chill some time. Here’s my number,” Louis said, handing Niall a piece of paper with his number written on. Niall nodded, before her continued packing again.

“See you Louis,” Niall said, the ‘e’ sound coming off in a singsong voice. Louis hummed, sharing a smile, which Niall didn’t see, since he was still packing. Louis walked out the door, only to be greeted by Harry, who had been waiting for him. 

“How was it Lou?” Harry questioned, his eyes sparkling, as he smiled happily. “Was the photographer a woman or a man? And were they hot?” Harry badgered on.

“It was a man, and he was attractive I guess. I’m not exactly, gay mate.” Louis said, rolling his eyes. “Although, I think you’d find him attractive.” Louis mumbled. “You find everyone attractive,” Louis added, a slight eye roll following. 

“What did he look like?” Harry questioned.

“Um,” Louis paused, trying to think of how Niall looked, “he has dyed blond hair, and nice blue eyes, he’s about my height, his legs are skinner, I don’t know, that’s all I remember.” Louis shrugged, “oh, and he’s Irish, yeah can’t forget that.” Louis added, remembering Niall’s different accent. 

“Oh, an Irish one, I think I wouldn’t mind someone like him.” Harry joked. “But I don’t think he’d like someone like me,” Harry said, suddenly sounding glum.

“Hey,” Louis sighed, “I’m not gay or anything, or maybe I was at a point – that’s beside the point – but you’re a pretty attractive guy, Harry.” Louis said, putting a reassuring hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Plus, Niall doesn’t seem like he’d judge on your looks.” Louis added cheekily. 

“Stop it,” Harry said, shrugging Louis’ hand off his shoulder. “I’m going for a walk, see you later.” Harry said, turning away from Louis, and making his way towards the park, where he went for walks usually.

“Okay, I’m going to meet up Eleanor, we’re going on a date. Wish me luck,” Louis said, smiling slightly, before he walked in the opposite direction. 

Once Niall was packed, he moved all his gear to his flat, only a ten minute walk away. But, since he borrowed his friend’s car, it was only about two-three minutes away.

“Oh hey,” Niall said, noticing Liam sitting on their shared couch. Liam was his roommate, and always had been since they were eighteen and both moved to London. He was nice, usually, he was a little blunt when he was drunk, but nonetheless, he was kind-hearted. He was barely older than Niall, only a month, not even, maybe half. 

“Hey Niall,” Liam said, smiling happily, “how was work today?” Liam questioned.

“Same old, same old. Why does that stupid area cost so much money.” Niall groaned. The place he rents, more like borrows for a few hours, costs him half the money he gets for taking the goddamn photos.