Niall P.O.V
6 months earlier
I walk into the coffee shop that is hardly ever crowded. Today isn't any different. I come here every day and I usually see the same people. The employees are different, but I recognize all of them now. There is only one difference today. That difference is a beautiful brunette who sits by the window. We make eye contact for a moment and she gives me a confused expression. She looks down at her phone quickly. I brush it off. I pull my phone out and busy myself until its my turn to order.
"Ello Mr. Horan, do you want your regular order?" The young barista flutters her eyelashes at me.
I shouldn't be annoyed with the young girl, but I am. She is just being friendly. A little too friendly, but she hasn't crossed the line. I smile at her and say, "yes."
"That will be three pounds." The barista's smile is spreading.
"Keep the change." I say as I hand her my money.
"Thank you. Just give me a minute." The barista turns and starts getting my coffee.
I slightly turn my head and look over my shoulder. I watch the brunette girl stare at her computer. She types away and then hits the backspace bar. I wonder what she is working on. I can't ignore how stressed she looks. I wonder if she is writing a paper for school. Maybe she goes to university. I hope not. That age gap is not one I will mess with. University girls are too immature. The longer I look at this girl the more familiar she looks. I don't know how I would know her though.
"Mr. Horan?" The barista pulls my attention to her. I turn and she hands me my large black coffee.
"Thank you." I grab it and turn and leave. As I walk past the beautiful brunette I shamelessly check her out. Just as I'm debating on stopping and talking to her, hot liquid hits my feet. I mumble, "fuck."
"I am so sorry." I don't know what catches me off gaurd more. Her American accent or the way she drops to her knees with napkins.
My intial reaction is to say something rude. How can you spill a whole cup of coffee on someone? As I look down at her my mood shifts. She really is a gorgeous girl and being on her knees in front of me doesn't help. Dirty thoughts enter my mind.
"Honestly, it's fine. Just a little warm on my toes." I say to stop myself from doing anything crazy.
"You aren't mad?" This girl looks at me again in confusion.
"It was an accident." I chuckle and say, "let me help you up. Staying on your knees like that any longer will give these people the wrong idea."
"Right." This girl quickly stands up and looks at her pants. "Perfect. Your shoes are ruined and so are my pants."
"My mate got me these shoes. Not really my style, so I'm not too worried." I laugh at how pissed Harry is going to be. "However, your pants are a different story. If you don't get those off quick they will be ruined."
"Trying to get my pants off? Cheeky." She blushes at her own bluntness.
Wow, this girl is breathtaking.
"Just trying to help." I say as I continue smirking at her.
"Have any better ideas?" She stares at her pants and then looks back at me.
"If you walked I can give you a ride to your place. This way you can get out of your pants faster." I wink and when she blushes I feel accomplished.
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