One Shots

Kristen&Niall

I work my fingers through the brown hair of the little girl sitting in front of me. The familiar feeling of braiding had become second nature by now. The little girl shifts impatiently as my fingers fly, braiding it. She had definitely gotten my hair. The color was almost identical to what mine had been at her age. She had her father’s eyes though. As if reading my thoughts she turns her head slightly, looking back at me as I get near the bottom of her hair.

"Mommy?" she asks.

"Yes darling? “I say with a smile, glancing up from the braiding.

"How did you and Daddy meet?" I finish the braid with a smile and pick her up, setting her on my lap as I look over at the man in the armchair a few feet away my eyes questioning him if he thinks she's old enough. He looks up from his newspaper with a smile having heard the question and meets my eyes nodding his head.

"Well..." I start, the memories flooding back.

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I look up with a yawn as I hear the tinkle of the bell signaling someone coming into the diner I worked at night on the weekends at. I see a familiar blond head walk in and sit down at a table. He immediately slumps over, resting his face in his hands.

"Poor lad" I think pityingly as I grab some silverware and a cup of water and head over. I knew who he was, I'd be crazy not to. It was Niall Horan. He came here fairly often so the staff had gotten used to his visits and didn't freak out on him, which, come to think of it, was probably why he kept coming back. I'd never personally served him, but I'd seen him here.

"Here ya are,” I say placing the water in front of him. "Do you know what you'd like?" I ask. He drops his hands from his face, letting them slap against the table as he looks up at me.

"You know what I'd like?" he slurs and I realize he's anything but sober. I glance at the clock on the wall warily. It was only 8, seemed a little early to be drunk to me. "I'd like someone to explain to me why she did it" A flash of pity crosses my eyes. I knew what he was talking about. Him and Demi. She had dumped him the other day. He'd been gushing about their relationship in his interview acouple days ago, calling her his princess and how happy he was, then the next day she ended it.

"So a coffee then?" I ask hoping that I'd be able to sober him up a little. He looks at me confused, as if he's trying to figure out how that has anything to do with Demi. Finally it clicks what my goal is and he laughs.

"You think I'm drunk,” he says wryly and I nod raising an eyebrow daring him to disagree. "I'm really not as bad as you think,” he says. "I've only had like..." he trails off as he starts holding up fingers, trying to count the drinks from the night. "2,3...7 pints" he says putting his hand back down on the table as he looks up at me, obviously pleased with himself for remembering.

"Yea buddy, you're completely sober,” I say sarcastically, a smile flitting across my face.

"Yea buddy, that's my line!" he says with a giggle and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

"Well I'll go get you our signature sober up meal" I say with a smile, sliding my order sheet back into the apron. This seems to grab his attention.

"I like food, bring lots of food" he saysnodding eagerly. I can't stop the laugh this time and I nod my head before heading to the back to tell the cook. I bring back his cup of coffee and his nose crinkles with distaste when he sees it. "I don't like coffee" he whines when I set it in front of him.

"Drink" I order "It will help" He obediently picks up the cup and takes a sip, his face wrinkling in displeasure.

"Orders up" the cook calls and I head back getting the plate stacked with pancakes, bacon, and eggs.