22 - “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
there’s a guy in the library, who sits in the back corner every week without fail, and looks like a greek god. he’s beautiful, all high cheekbones and long eyelashes. he’s got a shaved head which only emphasizes his beautiful features and niall is sick to the back teeth of him.
the thing is, niall can’t stop looking at him. he really should be revising for his chemistry exam (no matter how hungover he is from last night), but the boy is so distracting.
“niall, for fucks sake.” louis says, flipping through his drama notes. “it’s been nearly a month, just go and talk to the bloke.”
niall turns to him. “what?”
louis rolls his eyes in an extremely patronizing manor. “don’t play dumb. if you want to go and talk to cheekbones over there, just do it. you remind me of harry when he thought liam didn’t like him back.”
niall blanches; that phase hadn’t been a pretty look for harry. thank fuck he and liam had started dating - niall didn’t think he could take another sonnet about liam’s lips or hands, no matter how nice they were.
“i’m busy.” niall insists, looking up at the guy again. he’s absorbed in what look like revision notes, glasses perched on the end of his nose. “besides, i’m sure he’s already got plenty of people after him. i need to pass this exam.”
“whatever you say, nialler.” louis grins. “don’t come complaining to me when your boner won’t go down.”
“go fuck yourself.”
they sit in relative silence for the rest of the night, niall putting his headphones in, occasionally taking them out to answer louis’ questions about whether or not a certain sentence sounds alright.
he looks up at the god guy a few times, only when he’s sure the guy isn’t looking back. maybe he should go and talk to him, he’s never had a problem talking to people before. the only thing is, this guy is so clearly out of his league with his looks and niall doesn’t even know if he’s into guys. cheekbones could have a girlfriend for all niall knows.
when it gets to 2 am, cheekbones gets up, placing his notes back in his bag as niall watches him sneakily over the top of his chemistry notes. as he passes louis and niall’s table, he bends down to pick a piece of paper up off the floor and places it on niall’s desk.
“i think you dropped this,” he says with a strong yorkshire accent, less deep than harry’s. his smile is adorable, eyes crinkling in the corners.
“thanks mate.” niall offers. the guy nods, walking off out of the library. niall looks down at the note, realising that the paper is a different colour than his own or louis.
i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice. maybe we could have an actual conversation? 07797296158 - zayn ;P
louis’ grin is shit eating, but niall has a feeling low in his stomach, warm and fluttering.