One Direction One Shots

Would You Like Fries With That?

You know, it’s kind of sad to walk into McDonald’s and apply for a job there. It just shows how desperate you are for money. And I was; my father was struggling with finding a job, and since my mother had died two years ago, things weren’t going so well. Luckily, we weren’t that deep in financial troubles to force me to drop out of high school. Sighing, I signed the contract and went to the bathrooms to change into my uniform, fully intent on making as much money as possible.

Working at one of the cash registers wasn’t as hard as I thought, and soon enough, I was pressing buttons like I had been working here for more than an hour. I was cruising through everything, getting the hang of things and always satisfying customers and never freezing up the way I usually do because I’m painfully shy.

But then he came in. Him with his gorgeous, ice blue eyes and his bleached blonde hair sticking out of his hood. A red sweater hugging him in all the right places, the hood sitting gently on his head as his eyes flick back and forth, as if he was hiding from somebody. He walks up to me, swaggering a bit as he smiles right at me. “Can I get one Big Mac and a large Coke please?” he asks me, an Irish accent evident in his speech.

I stare at him, his blue eyes hypnotizing me into its depths. He clears his throat and I blush, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. “Would you like fries with that?” I ask him. I was always supposed to ask customers this if they didn’t order fries, as told to me by my boss.

He contemplates it for a second, tilting his head a little as he stares up at the menu. “Why not? I’ll take a medium order of fries.” He hands over his money and I give him his change, our fingertips brushing momentarily as I hand it to him. A jolt of electricity rushes through me, leaving me tingling. I draw my hand back quickly, as if burned, staring at him in shock. He gives off no reaction to that he felt something, simply thanking me and pocketing his money. I hand him his bag and he exits the restaurant, not once looking back.

“Maybe it had all been my imagination…” I mutter to myself as I change back into my regular clothes in the bathroom. I walk out and drive home, pocketing some tips I had made during my shift.

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The next day, the same guy comes back; the same guy with the same ice blue eyes, the same bleached blonde hair, except this time, his jacket was beige. He smiles warmly at me, as if he remembered me from yesterday. “I’ll have the same thing I had yesterday, Annalise,” he says to me as he hands the exact amount of money he needs to pay. I open my mouth, about to ask him how he knew my name, when I remembered that I was wearing a name tag. I purse me lips and take his money, handing him his food. He walks away, looking back and winking at me and saying, “See you around, Annalise,” before walking out.

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The day after, I didn’t have any work, so I decided to go to the mall. I had surprisingly made a lot of money with the tips I had, added that I did babysit on the side. I was looking through the clearance racks at Macy’s when he appeared. Again. I shrink into the rack, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn’t notice me. But luck was not on my side today.

“Annalise? Is that you?” he exclaims with shock.

“Yeah, I like different without my uniform on, don’t I?” I respond, avoiding eye contact.

“I just realized that this must be really weird because you don’t know my name. I’m Niall,” he introduces, holding out his hand. I shake it, finally looking up at him. He was wearing a snapback and sunglasses, hiding his eyes.

“Niall, there you are!” his friends whisper-yell when they comes up to us. “Oh, is this that girl you’ve been talking about?”

“Uh yeah, this is Annalise,” he says, blushing.

His friends introduce themselves as Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry, all of them having accents.  “We were just about to head to the food court; you want to come with us?” Liam asks me.

“Sure,” I agree, deciding that I could just look for clothes later.

I walk with them to the food court, eager to get some Japanese food. Niall wanted to get some too, so I went up with him. We ordered chicken teriyaki with white rice and vegetables. I take the tray and as we walk away, Niall chuckles and whispers in my ear, “Would you like fries with that?” I laugh nervously, feeling weird with him being so close to me. What was going on with me?

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Once we were all finished with our food, the boys said that they had to go, and I was kind of disappointed. I was having so much fun with them, and I was wishing that this would never end. As they were walking away, Niall runs back to me and plants a kiss on my lips.

“Sorry, it’s just that I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I first saw you,” he says to me with a crooked smile. I look up at him with a wide smile, letting him kiss me again.

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I sincerely apologize for the late upload. I've been very tired lately, and I just haven't had any motivation to write. I know that this isn't a good excuse, but this is the best one I have because it's the truth. I just didn't feel like writing. So I'm sorry. Hope you still like it :)