These Little Loves of Ours - One Direction Summer Love Story(On Hold)

Niall's P.O.V

(A/N) You might notice that I used words like "Me" instead of my, and "Tanks" instead of thanks. This is because this is told in Niall's point of view, and he's Irish.

The first thing I realized when I finished unpacking was that I hadn't eaten for about ten hours, and me stomach was killing me. Since it was early in the morning, I guessed that I could go find a restaurant around here that opens early and not attract a lot of attention since I was sneaking out. Paul said that we couldn't leave the hotel until he said we could, and I wasn't in the mood for breakfast food since it would be about dinner time in Ireland.

I could just slip out, and slip back with out anyone noticing. I carefully made me way out the door. I checked both ways (especially the side Paul's room was on) before scurrying into the elevator. When the doors closed, I let out a sigh of relief.

When the doors opened at the lobby, I peered out to see if the coast was clear. The owner of the hotel was reading a newspaper, and I spotted Liam talking to some girl. Luckily they were facing each other so they couldn't see me. Wow Liam's hitting it up pretty fast I marveled as I crept out the door. I jumped up and pumped me fist in the air.

Free! Now to find some food I thought as me  tummy grumbled reminding me. I was in luck though, because a cafe was right across the street. I hurried over, wary of pedestrians who might be roaming the streets at this hour. I highly doubted it though. The sun was lazily peeking out from behind the ocean. It was actually quite a breath taking sight. At the time though, I wasn't really thinking about it. I was thinking about food.

I checked the hours : four a.m to twelve p.m. Good they were open. I pushed open the door, and the ringing of the bell that was tied to the door with a long piece of red twine announced me arrival. It was quite empty except for the waitress cleaning the counter, and a girl about my age sitting alone at a booth next to the window with a steaming mug. Unfortunately for me, I had made me way into a coffee shop. The only food they sold here was breakfast related unless you didn't count desserts. Well I took all the risk to come here, I wasn't leaving with out something.

I walked up to the waitress and ordered, " I would like a um er..." I began

"He'd like your cinnamon cappuccino with whip cream." some one finished for me.

I turned around to see the girl that had been sitting alone earlier. She was a bit taller then me since her legs were about a mile long (just joking, but you get the just of what I mean). Which quite frankly embarrassed me a bit. She looked shorter when she was sitting down. She had wavy fiery red locks of hair that reached to about a little past her shoulders. Her green eyes had an almost devious glint in them, like I was her next victim or something like that. But they also had a friendly vibe the splash of light brown freckles across her pale skinned face made sure of that. The odd thing about her, was what she was wearing. Even though it was summer, and we were in Australia, she was wearing: A purple tee with a black leather jacket that was cut off before her waist, a pair of dark black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. Something about this girl screamed adventurous. Not responsible and sensible. Some one who liked having fun and was care free. Definitely my type of girl.

  "Um tanks." I managed to mumble to her.

She laughed and tossed back her hair, " Tanks? You don't sound like your from around here." she noted.

"That's because I'm Irish from Ireland lass." I explained.

 "Cool!" she remarked.

  "One cinnamon cappuccino with whip." the waitress said placing it in front of me.

 I patted my pockets, and to my horror found that I had left it in my room back at the hotel.

 "Oi." I said.