Imagine 1D: A Collection

Niall #1

You look at your watch, then back up at the bus schedule. The last bus was supposed to arrive at 11:45, and it is now almost 12:30. You sigh in exasperation. You look around to see if anyone else who might be waiting for the bus is as upset as you are. You notice a cute blond-haired boy standing nearby. He looks nervous, his eyes darting around as if he's lost or something. But then his eyes meet yours. His bright blue eyes take you in, and you are unable to look away. The corners of his mouth curl up into a smile, and he waves in your direction. You look behind you to see who he's waving at. But there is no one behind you. You turn back and see him laughing, still looking at you. You blush, wave back, and turn away.

When the bus finally arrives, you get on and take the first available window seat. In the reflection of the window, you notice someone sit down beside you. You slowly turn to look, and it's the blond-haired boy you'd noticed before. Your heart jumps in your chest a little.

"Uh, hi," he says, giving you a nervous smile.

You manage to smile back and return the greeting.

"My name's Niall," he says, awkwardly sticking out his hand. You notice he has some kind of accent - Scottish, maybe. You shake his hand. "(Y/N)," you introduce yourself.

"You from around around here?" he asks as he releases your hand.

"Well, I live 30 minutes from this bus stop - I mean, the one we just left," you say, motioning with your hands. He nods to show he understands. "And my job is another 20 minutes away." You pause for a moment and then ask, "Where are you from?"

"I'm originally from Ireland, but I live in New York now. I'm here on a visit."

From Ireland! "So that's the accent I'm hearing," you say softly.

Niall glances at you. "Hm?"

Your face warms as you realize you'd been talking to yourself. "I was saying. . um . . I just. . I like your accent."

"Oh!" Niall says, then chuckles, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Well. . thank you," he adds, smiling. "I like yours, too."

"Thank you, Niall," you say, blushing even more.

The two of you continue to talk and find out that you have a lot in common. He's in a band, he sings and plays guitar, and also plays soccer. You play violin and also play saxophone in the marching band. You tell him about the time you played a pick-up game of soccer with your brother's Boy Scout troop. You had scored once during that game, and it'd been a fluke. Niall laughs at that story. He has a nice laugh - and a contagious one at that. You can't help but laugh along with him.

After a while, the bus begins to slow down. You look out the window and realize it's your stop. "I get off here," you say to Niall. He nods and slides out of his seat so you can pass.

"Oh, uh. . . (Y/N)?" you hear him say. You turn back and see him holding out his phone. "Would you. . " You look down at his screen and see "Enter Contact Information."

He wants your phone number? Your heart begins to pound. "Ye-yeah," you stammer breathlessly. "Sure!"

You quickly pull your phone out of your pocket, nearly dropping it, and hand it to him. The two of you exchange information. As Niall hands you your phone back, he smiles brightly and says, "Talk to ya later!"

"Bye," you say, returning the smile before hopping off the bus.

As you start to walk away, you turn to look behind you once more. Niall is still standing by the window. He looks at you and gives you a sly wink. You giggle and wave back at him.