Black And White //N.H

2.

I see Roman and Niall greet each other with a quick, brotherly, hug, as I pretend to be overly interested in the apple I brought. In my attempt to not seem like I'm freaking out, I completely forget how to act like a decent human being, and don't acknowledge the fact that Niall has reached his hand out to me, before Roman nudged my side with his elbow. I take his hand, and he introduces himself. "I'm Emily, nice to meet you" I say and smile at him. "Nice to meet you too, Emily," he says, with his accent shining through. His eyes lock with mine for a moment, and I swear I could die right here and now. How can anyone not feel that way, when his eyes are that blue.

I sit at the table a little longer, before excusing myself, telling them that I need to get back to work. "Em, your lunch break isn't over yet, what's the rush?" Roman asks, using the nickname I earned my third week after starting working here. As much as I know he is only wondering because I always drag out my breaks as long as possible, I can't help but feel a little bit annoyed at him. "I'm lagging a bit behind after my day off last week, so I got to catch up," I try to lie as well as possible.

Last week I had to take time off work to go home to Manchester where my family lives, because my dad wanted me to meet my new sister. She's cute and all, but come on, the man is 50 and already has three kids, two with his first wife, me and my brother, Evan, and one with his second. Now it's the third wife and fourth child. Although I know it's selfish, I'm a little glad that I don't live in Manchester, like Evan. We are two weeks into this new baby thing, and he already had to step in as a babysitter two times. That was because my so-called, 28 year old, stepmom, that I've met two times, the first time being the wedding and the second time this weekend, could drag my father shopping for a push-present. And let's be honest here, is there anything more ridiculous than that? That is the messed up part of the family, so when I'm home I usually spend my time with moms. I love my dad, but it can all be a little too much.

Roman looks at me for a little while, before deciding he believes me and let me go back to work. I get back to the office and spend the next couple of hours writing some articles about some celebs that I haven't paid any attention to in years. I'm pretty up to date when it comes to who is famous and not, but we are not talking big names to say it that way. As soon as my clock shows the time is four I turn off the lights in my office and head back home.

As I turn the keys to open my apartment I see Lily coming down the hall. I look at her, not expecting her to be here at this time, but greet her nevertheless. As soon as I open the door she strolls in and lays down on the couch. "As much as I love you, what are you doing here?" I ask her and place my backpack down on the floor. "I thought I'd come and bring you with me to the club, but I need food first," she tells me. I roll my eyes, leave it up to Lily to eat up all my food, not that I wouldn't do it myself, but it feels better when I have someone to blame. "I'm not going out today, it's monday and I have work tomorrow," I try to explain. "I don't really care, we're going out and you are going to enjoy it," she says and turns on the TV. When I see the determined look on her face I understand that this is an argument that I would never win, plus how bad would it be to go out tonight and have a bit of fun.

After we eat I take a shower and pull my hair up in a tight ponytail. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a black mesh top over my bra, before I put on a black oversized leather jacket and some sneakers. "Ready to go?" I ask Lily when I get out of my room. She gets up from where she is sitting, and soon enough we arrive at the club.

Approximately ten minutes after we arrive Lily heads over to a brunette, which I assume is the same girl from yesterday. At Least it looks like her. I end up standing by the door awkwardly for a couple of minutes before I head over to the bar to get a drink. While I wait I feel someone tap my shoulder and turn around. I almost get a heart attack when I look into the same blue eyes that I looked in just some hours before. I manage to choke out some kind of greeting, and he just laughs. "I think that's your drink, no?" He tells me and points behind me. I look and surely enough, my beer is standing there. "Yeah, that's mine." I say, and continue before I can stop myself; "Do you want anything?". I internally facepalm myself for making a fool out of myself. "I've actually already ordered, but I will take you up on that offer," he says and smiles. I'm thinking about a way to reply, but when I don't find one I just smile. When I think he's about to head of, he sits down besides me.

"So, are you out here drinking on your own, or what's the deal?" He asks me, and I can't exactly blame him, it does look like it. I let out a small laugh, before I told him I'm here with a friend, but she went to talk to some girl. I watch him as he laughs at me. "It's really not that funny," I tell him. "It's not, but the same thing is happening to me," he says and points at some guy. "Oh," I trail off, trying to figure why I would think he would laugh at my misery. We sit there talking for a while, and he's quite good company, and once I get over the fact that he used to be in One Direction, I'm not that freaked out anymore.

"This was great, Niall, but I need to be at work at eight tirty tomorrow, and I don't want to oversleep, so I'm gonna head home," I tell him when it's midnight. He gives me a small pout before smiling and telling me he should probably go home as well. I checked my phone to see if I could get a hold of Lily, but she had already sent me a message saying that she was leaving. I shrug before saying bye to Niall and getting my jacket. I start to walk back home, as it's not that far.

After I've walked about a hundred meters, a car pulls over, and I quickly identify the driver. "Are you walking home?" Niall asks, leaning over to the passenger side. "Yeah, I live just down the street," I tell him. He shakes his head before opening the passenger door. He tells me to get in but I stand there looking at him. "You know, you could so easily kidnap someone,". He laughs at the statement, before saying; "I probably could, but I don't really have time for that right now. Are you going to get in or not?". I debate it in my head for a couple of seconds, but when I feel a raindrop I feel like the choice has been made for me. I jump into the car and close the door, before starting to give him the directions to my apartment. "This is not right down the street, Emily," he says when we arrive. I shrug, and look at him, not really sure what to answer to that. "Well, thank you for driving me back home Niall, that was sweet of you," I end up saying after a minute. He smiles, and I say bye to him, before heading out of the car and into my apartment building.

AN// What a way to end the day. Wouldn't mind it tbh