Get The Guy (N.H.)

Chapter 1

Today was the day I went to the grocery store, to see the love of my life. Thursday. I actually repeated this activity nealy every day because it never gets old. My grocery store schedule is planned down to the minute. Monday at 5:04-7:15 for bread and milk, Tuesday from 5:01-7:30 for cereal and chocolate, and so on. I go everyday besides Saturday and Sunday when my hard-worker is off.

After a final coat of lip gloss, I grab my vibrant green purse and get out of the car. My hands run over my slightly wrinkled shirt a few times, and tug my jeans to perfection. With a deep breath, I begin the short walk through the parking lot towards the store. Butterflies flutter in my stomach with anticipation. I can barely keep a smile off my face, but I manage, trying not to look like a lunatic.

As soon as I step in my eyes scan the area. He's not anywhere in sight, but he's usually near the back of the building anyways, so I grab a basket and begin down the first aisle. I stroll as slow as I can stand, putting extra effort into looking casual. It's not until I reach the sixth aisle that his bright blonde hair catches my attention.

My heart melts at the sight of him. He's standing beside a cart that he repetitivly reaches into to grab a can and put it in it's place on the shelf. He has on a puke green shirt that he somehow makes my favorite color, and black jeans (sadly, not skinny jeans). His ocean blue eyes meet mine when he glances back suddenly.

I feel my mouth softly drop open in adoration. "Is there something I can help you with?" he asks.

"Oh!" I say in surprise, tucking a strand of my dirty blonde hair behind my ear. "Um, no. I'm okay. I mean- I know what I'm looking for... I know where it's at." My head drops down as I scurry away.

Wow, nice job being casual, Charisma. I literally facepalm on the next aisle. Why am I such an idiot? I lean back against the shelf in exasperation. I fall back a little to hard, I notice, as multiple tomato sauce jars fly down around me. A loud clang sounds as the glass shatters.

Niall Horan, the beautiful clerk with the flawless blonde hair, comes speeding to the aisle instantly. "Sorry," I squeak. "It was an accident! I'll pay for it all." He stares down at the chunky, sharp, red mess surrounding me.

"Um, are you hurt?" he asks, rubbing his neck. I have to force myself to look away from his uncomfortable- and handsome- expression so I can focus. As my priorly decent tennis shoes absorb the spilled mess, I realize I need to answer him. Am I hurt?

Just my dignity. "No, I just knocked injafell."

He raises a eyebrow at me, and I suddenly understand the true image of pure sexiness. I'm nearly positive I must be drooling.

"Excuse me?" he knocks me out of my trance.

"I uh, and the jars just, they fell," I stumble over my words, using horrific hand gestures to try and get my point across. He stares at me questioningly and I feel like melting into a puddle and mixing with the slushy mess beneath me. "They broke," I finish awkwardly.

"I see." He pauses to give a forgiving smile. "You can just finish shopping ma'am. Don't worry about this, I'll clean it up." His words give me a clear escape, but my idiot self lacks too much dexterity to take the opportunity. My feet are glued to the floor.

"It's perfectly fine, it happens all the time ma'am. You don't need to pay for it." When I still don't shift from my stiff stance, he steps forward and reaches out his hand. Somehow I expected to watch his hand move in slow motion to mine, so I would have time to prepare. Instead, everything is normally paced and his hand connects with mine before I can process it. The connection sends a forceful shock through me, and in response my entire body jerks away. Once again my back slams into the shelf. The remainder of the tomato jars shatter against the floor.

My head snaps up frantically, anxiously expecting Niall's patient demeanor to crack into frustration. I'm caught off guard as a rumble of laughter fills the aisle.