Niall Horan loves food. There's no denying that. He visits the diner down the road from his house every Wednesday, it never changes. Until one gloomy Wednesday afternoon, that is. Harry Styles, a frail boy who loves wearing flower crowns, scampers into the diner for shelter when it starts pouring outside on his way home from work. Niall spots the small boy shivering and dripping and gives him his jacket. "Oh dear, you're shaking! Here, put this on." "Th-Thank you.." Harry mumbles and smiles sheepishly. "No problem darling. My name's Niall." Niall smiles back at the boy. "I'm H-Harry."All Rights Reserved