be my inspiration (niam)

the dreaded writer's block!

He tried. Oh how the brown haired, brown eyed boy from Wolverhampton tried. It was just his writer's block was getting in the way. With coffee on one side and an untouched muffin on the other side, the boy was staring into a blank screen. He been trying since that morning when the coffee shop was open and now it was slowly closing up for the night.

The boy observed the quieting coffee shop in hope for some form of inspiration. He looked to the curly headed boy with the emerald green eyes that served him that morning. He was cleaning off the counter with a pale rag that was accumulating dust and dirt. While his long curls that could be more described as waves, blocking off part of his face. The boy was hunched over rubbing furiously at one spot his tongue just barely poking out of the corner of his mouth.

Sadly for the writer Harry provided no inspiration to battle his writer's block. So the boy's attention was turned to a different worker. A raven haired boy with dark brown eyes was cleaning off tables. He had headphones in his ears and was dancing along to some music from what the writer could imagine was the worker's phone. The boy almost laughed out loud at the worker's dancing. With whatever they were listening to the song had gotten to the point where it was time to twerk. Now the writer wouldn't deny that the dancer had a fine bum, but sadly the bum was not the right bum to inspirer him. So he turned his attention elsewhere.

This time it landed on a customer sitting in the corner. With brown hair that looked like it was compiled of feathers and ocean blue eyes directed on Harry, the curly one, the writer could imagine that the customer had a crush, but that wasn't just from the stare. The writer had noticed the customer walk in and when they had gone to order, they kept blushing and tripping over words in front of Harry. So crush it was. And while that did spark some inspiration, which he wrote down, it wasn't enough to really get a good story going. Maybe a short drabble, but not the novel the boy wanted to write.

He tried to turn his attention to someone else, but it looked like it was only the four of them. The boy sighed and packed up his things into a boring grey backpack. Taking his muffin and throwing his coffee cup into a bin and going to walk out the door the boy was stopped when the curly boy from earlier calling out to him. He turned to face him and the worker just said with a wink: "See you tomorrow Liam." That comment got the writer a curious stare from the other customer in the room, but he just slightly shook his head to let them know that no, he wasn't dating Harry. The feathery haired boy gave him a small smile of thanks.

Now the writer walked out the door into the cold windy air of London in autumn. He pulled his coat closer to him and turned up the collar. He began his stroll to his apartment, his mind completely out of ideas for anything to write. But was he going to let that stop him? No, he was Liam James freakin' Payne. A best seller new author with one book under belt and now he had to pull out a new one. He just needed someone or something to be his inspiration.

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I feel like it should be pointed out that I have absolutely no clue how to make covers, so yeah. if you've noticed that my covers are just pictures i find off google. maybe i'll learn one day, but today is not that day.

i know i haven't even finished Puppy Love, but anyway. that's going to be finished soon so anyway. i hope you enjoy this.