Nervous (A Shawn Mendes x Niall Horan Fanfic) ✅

(Part 11)

Niall's POV

"A Cola?" I asked as the waiter left. "How lame."

"I was going to ask what you would've gotten but you already got a beer," Shawn said.

"It's five o'clock somewhere," I shrugged.

Shawn just rolled his eyes before he picked up a menu.

"Whatcha thinking about getting?" I asked, scanning my own menu.

"I don't know," Shawn said. "The special sounds good."

"The special?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah...?" Shawn said. "What are you getting?"

"Chicken, the spiciest they have," I said.

"Looks like we've got a daredevil over here," Shawn smirked.

"You're just saying that because you can't handle hot stuff," I said.

"I can handle you, can't I?" Shawn winked.

"Damn, that was a good one," I said.

"I know," Shawn smirked as the same waiter arrived at our table.

"Here are your guys' drinks," the waiter said, placing our drinks in front of us. "Now, what can I get you for food?"

"I'll take the chicken, spiciest ya got," I said as the waiter scribbled my order down.

He took my menu and turned to Shawn.

"I'll get the chicken tenders," Shawn said.

"Alright, and what side do you want with that?" the waiter asked.

"Um, can I just get the chicken tenders without a side?" Shawn asked.

"Of course," the waiter said, scribbling down Shawn's order before taking the menu and walking away.

"What happened to plain Jane's special of the day?" I teased.

"The chicken tenders looked better," Shawn shrugged.

"It wasn't because I was giving you a hard time?" I asked.

"Nah, you're fine," Shawn said. "Besides, I bet you the chicken tenders will taste ten times better than the special."

"Yeah, they might," I said, taking a sip of my beer. "Or, getting the chicken tenders could be the worst decision of your life."

"What about you?" Shawn asked. "What if you take one bite of that spicy chicken and shit fire for the rest of the day?"

I nearly spat my beer out at his comment before swallowing it and bursting out into laughter.

"You're a funny man, Mendes," I said.

"Am I?" Shawn asked. "I never realized."

"Sure," I said, dragging the word out.

"So, I believe I already asked about this, but what is our song going to be about?" Shawn asked me, changing the subject.

"What all songs are about," I said.

"Finding ourselves?" Shawn asked.

"No," I laughed.

"Then what?" Shawn asked.

"Love," I said.

"Yes?" Shawn asked.

I rolled my eyes. "I meant the emotion, not you idiot."

"Oh, right," Shawn said. "What about love though?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking another sip of my beer.

"Is the song going to be about falling in love? Or is it going to be about finding the right one?" Shawn asked.

"I like the first one," I said. "The song should talk about falling in love."

"I like that one too," Shawn said.

"Have you ever fallen in love?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Shawn said. "I mean, there was this guy in high school but I never felt like I loved him."

"Yeah?" I asked as the waiter arrived with my and Shawn's food.

"Yeah," Shawn said.

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Hello my fabulous readers. I wanted to let you know that I will be updating this story every Tuesday at 5:00pm Michigan time. Hope you wonderful people enjoyed this part and I love you all. Peace!