The sun had finally come out in London, given the fact
that it was almost June it was about bloody time. You decided to take this
opportunity to take your textbooks and read outside in the sun, makes a nice
change from the stuffy library.
Your aunt and uncle were out of town, and had asked
you to house sit for them. You loved them, out of all your relatives they were
your favourite. Their house was beautiful, you know like the houses in the Hugh
Grant movie with Julia Roberts? They liked knowing that there was someone
there, looking after their house and feeding their cat, you know all the stuff
that they didn’t really want anyone else doing.
You had no complaints though, it gave you the freedom
of living away from home without having too many other things to worry about.
It was nice to have your own space and somewhere other than uni to study at and
their private garden well, could it get any better?
You’d been sitting in the sun for about an hour, half
studying and half people watching. There were families with small kids, old
people shuffling around and you were enjoying the warmth of the sun on your
face when you heard a rather boisterous group of people approaching. You looked
over and saw a group of maybe 8 guys, around your age and they looked like they
were going to disrupt the quiet atmosphere you were rather enjoying.
It had been about half an hour and the group was
getting rowdier and rowdier, so to block them out you’d been listening to a
study playlist, but it was getting too warm in the sun and you were about to
head back inside. You were busy day dreaming about what to have for lunch and
as a result you didn’t hear the shouts from the footballing group warning you
about the incoming ball, before it smacked you in the back of the head.
It took you several seconds to work out why your head
was so sore and why you were lying on the ground. You felt your eyes flicker
open, and you could see the blurry outline of someone standing above you.
“Are you ok miss? I’m really sorry, god I feel
It was the accent that hit you first, Irish maybe? You
managed to sit up, but your head was throbbing. “Jesus I mean can you just
watch it? I’m trying to sit here, minding my own business and what do I get? A
football smacking me in the side of the head? Gee thanks.”
You managed to stand up, and he helped you to gather
up your things. “Can I walk you home? I don’t want you to have to carry
all this stuff by yourself. What have you got in here, bricks or
something?” It was like he could tell you were about to object, “But
nothin’ darlin’. Let me just go say goodbye to me mates.”
The two of you began to walk back, across the garden
towards your aunt and uncle’s house. “So what’s a lovely young lass like
yourself doing in a park like this on such a sunny day? I realised I hadn’t
introduced myself by the way, I’m Niall.” “Y/N.”
You told him about housesitting, and how you were
studying for exams which were coming up in a few weeks. The conversation flowed
like you’d known each other for ages. The walk back to your front door ended
far too quickly for your liking. “Thanks for the walk Niall, I’ll let you
get back to your game.”
“Y/N wait - I’d like to make it up to you. Are
you free for dinner tonight?”
"I don’t know Niall, will I need to bring a
helmet for protection?”
He laughed, “meet me here at seven and you’ll
It turns out you didn’t need one, but the story of how
the two of you met quickly became infamous especially amongst your group of
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