The Story Of Six (Niall Horan Fan-Fic) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 2

His eyes went wide with panic as he realized I was about to say his name within earshot of at least 200 females. He quickly slapped his hand over my mouth to shut me up. Then it was MY turn for wide eyes, but this time of surprise.

The first thing I noticed in this awkward situation was that his hands were warm against my freezing cold lips.

"Please don't say my name in front of everyone." he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing against my ice-cold skin, sending shivers rocketing down my spine.

"I know it sounds weird, but trust me, it's practically the same thing as going up the a flock of vultures and yelling 'HEY, LOOK OVER HERE! ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT FRESH MEAT BUFFET!'"

I stared at him with a questioning look.

Interesting comparison...

I raised my eyebrow and looked at his hand, which was still laying on my mouth. He followed my gaze and looked confused for a minute. Then, his eyes widened, his cheeks flushed, and his face looked like a lightbulb just came to life.

He whipped his hand off my face at lightning-speed, then blushed.

"Sorry." he mumbled, utterly embarrassed.

I gave him a look, then spun on my heel and started to walk away.

"WAIT!" he yelled back at me.

I turned my head, then immediately regretted it. He stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets, looking at me with the most disappointed and saddest look I've ever seen.

It was like he didn't want me to walk away.... I sighed, shook my head, and started walking towards Niall.

His face displayed the look I've only ever once seen... and that was on my parents' face the day I returned home for the first time in six years. A short description of this so-called look: Like you've just won the lottery. Or maybe two. I don't know, it was just reeeeaaalllyyyy happy.

"Yes?" I asked impatiently.

I was so late...

"Uhm..." He started, obviously nervous. "I... I was just wondering if, uhm, you maybe wanted to come with me to get a coffee. I can pay for another one for you if you'd like. You don't have to, I just thought 'cuz you spilt yours..."

I looked at him, completely astonished. I just spilt a mocha all over him, and he's offering to buy me another one? There's no way he 's just that nice...

"What's the catch?" I asked, cautious.

He looked taken aback. "There is no catch, I just thought 'cuz I bumped into you and made you spill your coffee-"

"I bumped into YOU, not the other way around." I said, clearing that up.

"Doesn't matter." He said.

I unzipped my pocket and checked the time on my phone. 5:50pm, it read. I looked up at him. He stared down at me with a hopeful look in his eyes. I caved.

Hey, don't blame me, if you saw his expression at that moment, you couldn't hold back either.

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'm already late, anyway. But I'm paying for the coffee." I ordered, then walked in the direction of Starbucks.

His face lit up like the Fourth of July as he ran to catch up with me.

<<<<<<<<<<<FF TO STARBUCKS>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"What can I get you?" The lady behind the counter with the nasally voice asked (More like stated, she had no sense of punctuation).

Niall stepped out from behind you.