My First and Last Love

Niall Horan

The lump in my throat grows. My stomach twists. I'm staring into the eyes of the five sexiest men alive.

"Uhm... Are you alright?" Harry snickers.

Holy shit. That raspy, low voice.

I partially clear my throat and force the best smile I can, and grab five menus, as I gesture for them to follow me to their table. I can hear them whispering to each other, probably about how much of an idiot I look like.

C'mon Danielle, relax.

"Hi, I'm Danielle, and I will be your waitress tonight." Holy shit, that sounds forced. I ease the tenseness in my voice. "Can I start you guys out with something to drink? Or do you need a few minutes?" Much better.

After the boys order their drinks, I walk into the kitchen and practically bang my head against the counter. How could I have made myself look so stupid? Sure, they're famous and sexy as hell, but what came over me? The initial reaction wouldn't be that horrible.

I gather their drinks and walk it back out to them. They're all whispering to each other, and when I walk over, they all look up and smile. I hand them all their drinks.

"We're ready to order." Liam smiles.

"Great. What would you like?" I ask.

They all order huge meals, which is no surprise to me.

***

"Any desert for you guys today?" I ask sweetly.

"You." Niall winks.

All the boys chuckle and Zayn slaps him in the arm, trying to hold back the laughter.

Ohmygod, I must be so red.

"Alright, I'll have your check over in a minute." I snap, and stomp off.

I don't know what's going on with me. He just made a cute little flirty remark, but for some reason, it mortified me. I'm not like Wendy, I'm not used to getting hit on by guys like them.

That's it! I'm ugly. He was probably using me as a joke in front of his friends. I need to splash some cold water on my face.

Walking to the bathroom, an arm stops me. I turn around, and realize I'm staring straight into the gorgeous eyes of Niall Horan.

"I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean to disrespect you at all." He really sounds sincere.

"Niall, it's fine. I just want you to know that I've gone through a lot of bullying and my self-esteem isn't great, so those type of comments really hurt."

Confusion spreads across his beautiful face. "But, I was complimenting you? I said that because I think you're ho-" He clears his throat, "Pretty."

I wasn't in the mood to explain what I thought he meant. "Niall, don't worry about it. It's fine." I smile. To think the first guy who ever thought I was pretty was Niall Horan.

He grabs my hand and puts a piece of paper in it.

"How about I make it up to you. You call or text me tomorrow and we can arrange a date for tomorrow night." He winks.

After pecking my cheek, he walks off.

Oh. My. God.

I hope you guys like it!! I'm so glad I can write more since people are asking me to update! I really wanted to continue this story!! Tell me what you think of this chapter!! :) xxoo