Niall Horan Imagines

You're at Work when you meet

Niall Imagines:

~Your Pov~

"Thank you have a good day." I say as I hand out the last ice cream cone of my shift. I close my window and turn to all my co workers. They're just wrapping up as well which is great maybe I can get out of here early.

I take off my little apron and hang it on the rack. I straighten out my clothes and take my hair out of the uncomfortable ponytail it was in.
Just as I'm grabbing my stuff the owner of the shop walks up to me as I'm bending down since I dropped m purse.

I look up at her and smile weakly. I know she doesn't like me. At all.
"You." She points down to me. I stand up quickly and face her.

"You're closing today." She tosses the keys to lock up at me. "What?" I say looking down at the keys in my hand. "I have plans tonight. So you finish cleaning and lock up for me." She says just before turning.

"Well what if I have plans?" I say following her to the door. She turns to me and crosses her arms. "Then what's your plans?" She asks leaning against the door. I look up to the ceiling in hopes for an answer.

"Exactly." She says pushing the door open. I groan pretty loudly before stomping back to my work area. Everyone files out in groups like usual. Since I'm new here I don't know many people so I usually just walk the 15 minute journey home.

I start by cleaning my co workers careless attempt to clean up. I wash the counters along with the tables. I sweep up the place until I feel done. If this isn't good enough for Erika (my boss), then I don't know what is.

Just as I am finishing my cleaning job the bell on the door rings signaling a customer. I forgot to switch the sign dammit. I walk to the counter to take these final orders and then I am free.

I stand at the cash register and look out at these 5 boys walking in looking around. I sigh at the sight of their freedom.

One of them spots me and heads over. His hair is really really curly (bringing back the curls Harry). He smiles and leans against the counter.

"Hello. Your name is?" He asks wiggling his eyebrows. I look at him oddly then to the other boys. Once certain boy with blonde hair and brown roots sticks out to me. His piecing blue eyes stare at me with wide eyes. I look away from him and back to curly.

"Y/N." I say trying to keep my cool. "Would you like to order?" I ask tapping the register. He looks up at the menu and taps his chin.

"Just get 6 vanilla cones!" One of the boys with black hair yells to the curly one. The curly looks to the boys and shakes his head. I hear the cute blonde groan and then walk up to the counter. He pushes curly aside and claims his spot.

"Sorry this might take a while. They can never decide these things." He chuckles looking at me with those blue eyes. His accent is a rich Irish accent. I'm a sucker for accents.

I chuckle and look down at the counter. "It's okay." I say trying to take my eyes off the blonde one.

"I'm Niall." He holds his hand out. I look at his hand for a few seconds then shake it. "Y/N." I say with a slight smile.

"So what's your favorite flavor?" He asks putting his palms on the counter. "Anything." I say almost instantly. Niall grins wide. "I couldn't agree more. But what's the best flavor here?" He asks taking out his wallet and then flipping through it.

"Black raspberry is pretty good." I shrug. I look back at the other boys who are chasing each other around. A few of them end up on the floor while this one with a black arrow tattoo on his arm is shaking his head trying to pry them off each other.