Niall Horan au in which a hometown wedding turns two former childhood friends into lovers and it isn't complicated and it isn't hard. The self indulgent fic to get your mind off of whatever is on your mind.
(feat. lots of smut)
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warnings: NSFW, Alcohol use, swearing
Quinn was sitting at her desk when her office phone rang. She picked it up, standing up, pressing it between her shoulder and her ear. "This is Quinn," she answered.
"Hi Quinn it's Melinda at the front desk," she answered. "I'm sorry to bother you but there's a man down here he said he was looking for you. Um brown hair, blue eyes, a suit."
"Hmm okay," Quinn nodded, shoving her laptop into her work bag. "I might know him. What's he want?"
Melinda breathed out a laugh. "He wants a tour? I told him we don't usually do personal tours like this but my god, Quinn. He is very persuasive."
Quinn smiled, shaking her head. She straightened up, running her hand through her hair. "Uh yeah I suppose I could come down. That wouldn't be a problem."
"Okay," Melinda responded, still a bit breathless. "I will let him know."
"Thank you so much," Quinn smiled, leaning against her desk. She reached back and hung the phone up.
Quinn decided to leave her work there for the night, grabbing her purse off of the floor. She tugged her jacket on and headed out the door.
As she took the steps down to the front desk, Quinn could see Niall in the lobby, pacing around. She shook her head, adjusting her purse on her shoulder.
Niall finally met her eyes when she was near, walking towards her. He pulled her in for a chaste kiss, arm wrapping around her waist. "Hi lover," he whispered.
"Hi Niall," Quinn smiled, bracing herself against him.
"Can ya believe they weren't gonna let me in?" Niall huffed, shaking his head.
"You're a funny man," Quinn chuckled, pulling away from him. "And Melinda has a crush on you."
"Well I don't have a crush on her," he shook his head, hand reaching out to slid into Quinn's. "Let me get a look at ya."
Quinn pulled her jacket open to reveal the outfit she was wearing. A pair of tight grey pants and a black blouse. Niall looked her up and down, shaking his head. "You look good, Quinnie."
"Thank ya," Quinn smiled, shrugging her shoulder.
"Now give me a tour," Niall told her, throwing an arm over her shoulder.
Quinn laughed,. "Haven't you been here before?"
"I have," Niall nodded. "Ages ago and I didn't get a tour from the most beautiful woman in the world when I came."
Quinn sighed, a begrudging smile on her face. She nodded, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. "Alright. But only one tiny section because I'm absolutely sick of being here."
