The blonde boy stood at the counter in the local coffee shop, gazing up at the menu displayed on the pale green wall. The place had a quaint, home-like feel to it, and the boy couldn't help but to relax a bit. No one was at the front counter to attend to him, but he didn't care at the moment. He was still deciding anyhow, no need to rush. He bit his pale pink lip, finally coming to a conclusion. An Iced Caramel Frappe it is.
As if by some telepathic signal, a lanky boy with a mop of mocha curls burst through the door connecting to the back rooms, an apron the same shade as the walls covering his white t-shirt. He seemed to have just finished laughing, his cheeks pink and a smile gracing his face. Not that the blonde boy noticed, as he was busy taking in the cafe's decor.
The barista cleared his throat and politely asked "Can I help you?", his deep, poetically elegant voice amplified with the presence of his British accent. Snapping to attention, the boy waiting to order turned towards the cash register, his mouth already open, the words prepared to fly off his tongue. But then his eyes took in the curly haired boy, and his words were forgotten, replaced by scrambled excuses for place-holders in the English language.
Their gazes gravitated towards one another across the greasy countertop, and when ice met spring they both knew they were goners, like it or not.
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"This is the third time you've been here in three days, and at the same time, no less. Are you waiting for me?"
The curly haired boy shook his head with an amused look on his face. "I work here. The question is, are you coming here to see me?" He quirked a eyebrow, a flirtatious tone to his voice, his jade eyes sparkling.
The blonde boy sighed and threw his hands up, pretending to be disappointed. "Alright, you caught me," his Irish accent rang throughout the room as he gave the barista a cheeky smile. The Brit just shook his head once more and let out a laugh, a sound the Irishman would've done anything to hear. A small smile graced his own lips as he gazed at the boy he'd grown to be infatuated with. London was treating him well, to say the least.
The boy behind the counter let out one last low laugh laugh as he leaned forward on the countertop. "So, will it be the usual then, Niall?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, hoping to make the foreign beauty laugh. He succeeded, and he forced down the grin that wanted to pop up as a result.
The faux blonde boy nodded and shrugged. "As long as you still call out my name, even though you've seemed to grasp what it is," he replied confidently, a small smirk pulling up the left side of his mouth.
The boy with the mocha curls rolled his eyes playfully. "And why would I do that?" He inquired in a teasing manner, not at all minding the flirtation. It wasn't a well kept secret that both parties enjoyed the activity. In fact, behind the doors leading to the kitchen, the workers were all huddled around the door, listening intently. A few even exchanged money, betting on when and how the couple would get together. The rest bickered over who got to stand closest to the doors and shushing each other when the whispers increased in volume.
Niall pursed his lips, his lips forming a mock frown as he contemplated an answer. "Hmm, maybe because you really really want to go out on a date with me," he confidently replied, trying to sound nonchalant and causal. Though, admittedly, his pink cheeks gave his true intentions away.
At least according to the workers huddled by the crack in the door.
The British boy's eyes light up, and his lips pulled up into a smile. "You know what, Niall? I think you're right."
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"So, hypothetically, if I kissed you, would you kiss me back?" He asked with a sly grin gracing his face as he wiggled his brown eyebrows suggestively.
The other boy rolled his jade eyes and quietly chuckled, his shoulders shaking and his curls moving in time with them as he tilted his head down. His long fingers plucked at the grass on the edges of the blanket they were sitting on, their food scattered around. He uprooted one blade, and twirled it between his index finger and his thumb. Finally, he replied.
"Hmm, I dunno. . ." He began in a thoughtful voice, his eyes glued to the plant he held in his hand, not seeing the blonde boy inch closer, blushing. "Maybe you should test your hypothesis."
"You know what, I do believe you're right," murmured the Irish lad, who was right next to his companion now. The curly haired boy turned his head to face him, green eyes widening in mild shock as he took in the minimal proximity between them. The blue eyed boy leaned in even further, and the Brit held his breath as his eyes began to flutter close.
And then as if sealing the unspoken deal that they would be lovers, their lips met.
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The day faded to night as the two boys, wrapped in each other's embraces, sat quietly in the park, watching the sky and talking about their dreams.
The taller of the two boys, the curly haired Brit, watched, entranced as the blue eyed Irishman discussed his wish to be a star, to be an amazing musician. "I'm sure you'll make it baby, how could you not? You're Niall fucking Horan and you're perfect," he stated factually, before placing his lips on his forehead for a brief moment.
Niall turned and gazed up at his boyfriend, and couldn't help but smile. He always managed to make him even happier than he was. Placing his fingers under the taller boy's chin, he brought his face closer, the stars disappearing as they made their own.
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"Hey," he grinned as he walked up to the boy he loved so much, who was staring up into the sky, his sunglasses hiding his icy eyes. "You called?" Continued the younger boy with the unruly mop of mocha locks, his skin tanned and his orange tank-top making it very noticeable.
The older lad ran a hand through his dyed blonde hair, which the sun was lightening up in the summer months. He exhaled loudly, not looking at the other boy, who was beginning to worry. The young boy wasn't used to this side of his boyfriend, and he knew something was up. The question was, what?
"Uh, Niall. . . What's up?" He studied the other boy for a response but his lover remained silent. He tried again. "Babe, what's wrong?" Worry was evident in his voice and was creating creases in his face. The summer had been so perfect, he had been so perfect, they had been so perfect. Nothing could come between them, nothing could ruin the summer. And Harry was ready to fight for Niall, he was ready to fight whatever threatened their love.
"Harry, I. . ." He began, sounded unsure and yet determined at the same time as he spoke, fiddling with the straps of his American flag tank top, and then his SnapBack.
"Yeah?" The curly haired lad replied eagerly, wanting to solve his problem.
"I can't keep doing. . . This. Not anymore."
Harry's stomach sank. His lower lip trembled. "T-this?"
Niall once more exhaled heavily. He nodded and ran a hand through his hair. "This. As in us."
The tears threatened to spill from the younger boy's eyes of spring. "Us. . ." He repeated softly, looking at the ground.
"We're through." And with those parting words, the careless boy left.
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