Change (Harry Styles/Niall Horan)

Just read the first chapter to get the info, I really can't be bothered.


2. Chapter 1


It was cold, like usual. I was also late for work, like usual. What was my boss going to say? He was a nice man, but it was the eighth day in a row. He'd threatened to fire me, although I knew he didn't mean it as much as he tried to make it sound.  After all, I was the only one who worked in that small cafe, besides him and the other two girls, my best friend and the one who rarely talked to us.

I ran as hard as I could, until I reached the crosswalk, completely winded. I was still four blocks from it. I doubled over on the sidewalk, trying to catch my breath. I stood up and crossed the street as the light went green, still panting.

~Niall Horan~

I held my really expensive, not-available-to-the-most-of-Britain-and-Ireland phone up to my ear. "What?"

"A bar opened in town," Harry said. "An hour. Be outside my place."

"Yep." I hung up and kept walking. 


About ten metres down, there was a boy with brown-dyed-blonde hair walking, which wouldn't have usually caught my eye, but that toolbox hanging over the railing of a balcony looked like it was going to fall on top of him. I ran, despite the protests of my body, and yanked his collar back. I really underestimated my strength, because he went crashing to the ground, along with me, and the toolbox, landing by my feet. The boy got up, groaning.

"What the hell?" he yelled at me as I got up onto my feet.

"Sorry!" I replied loudly, brushing myself off. "Sorry. Just, there was a toolbox about to fall on your head, and I guess I was stronger than I thought. Are you alright?"

"Yes." He glanced at the box, open, tools all over the pavement. "Thanks, I guess." He had a different accent. Irish, I told myself. Wait, Irish. Blonde. That face.

"N-Niall Horan?" Niall Horan was one of the richest and most popular teenagers you could imagine.


"Uh... Sorry again." 

Before he got the chance to answer, I'd bolted. As I ran, I thought about him, and the little group he belonged to, the douche-bags they were. But just now, one of them had been nice. I couldn't really believe it, that he had. After all those times, watching them humiliate and hurt people, one had been nice to me.

I finally got to my work, fortunately alive, but hardly. "Sorry... I'm... late!" I wheezed, startling everyone.

"Shut the door!" someone yelled angrily."It's cold!"

"S-sorry." I shut the door quite carelessly, accidentally hitting a customer in the face on her way in.

She yelped in pain, holding her hand up to her nose. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I said.

The lady glared at me, and instead of going in, she stormed off. My boss groaned. "Oh, you're late again! And you hurt a customer! Look, I can't keep you any more."

"What? Harvey, please. I won't be late again."

He sighed. His forehead shone with sweat, the beads dripping into his moustache. "I'm sorry, I just can't allow you to continue doing this. We need reliable workers, not... Sorry."

"Oh. Okay." My eyes were welling up.

"Oh, don't cry," he said, patting me on the back softly. He sighed again. "One more chance. That's all, okay?"

I looked up at him. "Really?"

He nodded. I grinned and hugged him. "Thanks!" He patted my back again awkwardly.

"Hey!" someone yelled. "Can we have our food now?"

"Uh, yeah." I pulled away and went to work.

"Why did you hug Harvey?" Paige whispered.

"He let me stay," I said, placing a coffee on a customer's table. "Hey, guess whose life I saved today."

She raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Niall Horan."

"Really? How?"

"Something was about to fall on him and I got him out the way."

"Whoa. Did he give you money? He's loaded, isn't he?"

"Nah, I ran away."

"Stupid girl, you should have asked for money," she said, giggling.


"You say 'nah' a lot, you know."

I frowned. "I've only said it two times today."

She giggled again. "Whatever. Tonight, after this, let's go clubbing."

"I don't do that stuff."

"You do now." She grinned and stole a chip from the plate she was holding.


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