Robber (Narry) **EDITING**

One

"Remind me again why you're asking me for a ride?" Zayn asks when I enter his car three hours later.

I grunt and rub my tired eyes. After that robber left my place, I raced down to the street, looking up and down the block, but I didn't see him. I stood out there for a few minutes, not believing that such a thing could happen to me, and then I went back inside. I tried to get some sleep, but I only managed to get an hour more, so this morning I'm very tired. I called my co-worker Zayn to come pick me up for work.

"I got robbed last night," I sigh.

"You got robbed?" Zayn asks, shocked. He pulls the car sharply over to the curb and I'm forced to grab the 'oh shit' handle to steady myself. "Well are you okay? Did you call the police?"

"I'm fine Z," I tell him honestly, "Just had some stuff taken from me."

"What was taken?" he asks me.

"My rolex. some cash from my wallet, and my car."

"Did you call the police and file a robbery?"

"No."

"NO?! Why the hell not Niall?"

"Because I plan on getting it back myself," I reply, staring out the window to avoid Zayn's gaze.

"How on Earth are you going to get your stuff back yourself?" Zayn asks me.

I shrug, "Let's just get to work before we're late," I say instead.

"Fine," Zayn replies, looking over his shoulder to see if he can pull back into the morning traffic, "But we're calling the police later."

I roll my eyes, "Whatever."

***

Work is boring as usual, I'm currently working the glamourous job of being a waiter at a local restaurant that serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Don't get me wrong, I get a decent income, plus my parents are always sending their money to me - they've always spoiled me since I was a kid (the perk of being the baby of the family) - but I'm just waiting for a job that I'll be able to use my degree with. I'm a little more worried about paying my college bills at the moment. My parents did offer to pay my loans off for me but I told them that I would rather do it myself. That doesn't stop them from buying me nice things for holidays and such (not that I'm complaining).

"Niall, you've got another table," Zayn tells me.

"I'll be right there," I reply as I gather up some plates to take to one of my other tables. I deliver the food to a small family who are chatting excitedly about the food. The son grins when I place his mickey mouse shaped pancakes down in front of him. His smile makes me happy, and I smile at the family before asking if everything is correct. When they say it is I head over to the window where my new table is.

"Hello, I'm Niall and I'll be your waiter for today," I say, taking out my pad of paper and my pencil, "What can I get you today?"

The smile falls off of my face when I look up at my customer. It's the boy who robbed me. He looks even better with the natural light shining down on his face. He's wearing normal clothes today and he looks up at me with a smile.

"Fancy seeing you here," he tells me.

"What?" I ask.

He ignores me, scanning the menu before he says his order, "I'll have the french toast with a side of hash browns and bacon. Oh, and a small orange juice." He closes the menu before holding it up to me.

I continue to stare at him, a confused look on my face and my lips parted.

He smirks at me, "Are you going to write that down?"

I take my bottom lip in between my teeth before writing down his order and taking the menu from his grasp. I walk back behind the counter and I can feel his gaze follow me even when I go to another table to ask how their meal is.

I put his order into the kitchen before I grab a cup and fill it with his orange juice. I take it over to his table and set it down in front of him. "Here you go, your food will be out momentarily."

"You look good in that uniform," he snickers at my vibrant blue apron.

I roll my eyes before I retort, "How's my car treating you? And my watch, can you finally tell time now?"

He mocks hurt, "Is that any way to treat your customer? I'm afraid that if you keep it up I'll have to take it out of your tip."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you dine and dash," I tell him.

"I'm really hurt Niall. I'm not like that," he says.

"Oh, so you just steal cars and rolex's?" I cross my arms.

"Speaking of which, you haven't put out a missing car report, why is that?" he asks me.

"How do you know that?"

"Because I would've been caught already."

I nod in understanding, "I want my car back."

"You can have it back when I'm done with it," he tells me.

"What are you doing with it?" I squint my eyes at him.

"That's classified, I'm afraid," he says sincerely.

I'm about to respond but I'm cut off by Zayn who grabs my attention, "Niall, what are you doing? You have tables to attend to."

I take a last glance at The boy who checks his (my) watch before I go to check my other tables. None of the customers seem angry, just a bit agitated that I've left them for so long with their dirty dishes and bills that they want to pay. I'm sure that they want to get on with their days.

After I catch up on my other tables, I bring the boy his breakfast.

"Is everything alright?" I ask about the food. After a cheeky remark about how the food looks almost as good as me, I walk away from his table.

I wait patiently for him to finish eating from behind the counter. I admire the way his tongue pokes out to take the food off of his fork before he even puts it in his mouth. He doesn't look like a robber from the looks of him, he just looks like any other person.

I come to take his finished dishes and deliver his bill. We don't say anything to each other, and I take his plates back into the kitchen and when I come back out he's gone. I sigh. I don't even want to go over there because he's probably just left without paying like I bet he's done, but I go over there anyway and I take the check holder back to the register. I'll have to pay it out of pocket if he hasn't paid it.

I open the folder and to my surprise the money is there. I count it out and put it in the register. He's left me a tip, which is probably my own cash anyway, and I pull out the receipt to toss it in the trash but I notice something's written in the bottom corner.

It's a phone number and it says 'Call me.' There's a smilie face and a name underneath it. Harry.

It suits him, I think.

I smile down at the message before the bell rings on the door and another family comes in. I stuff the paper in my pocket and greet them.