Square (NIall Horan AU, Book #1 In the Unlovables Series)

Elina was just your average 20 year old nerd. She wore glasses, had a slight stutter, and was just a bit too innocent. One rainy night, Niall finds her in horrible shape after a bad breakup. Their meeting was cut short, but with another accidental meet, will Elina end up falling hard? Or is she afraid of being too Square?


1. Prologue

It was a rainy night. The droplets of liquid ice continued to come down endlessly onto a tiny figure huddled up in an alley between two buildings. Fait sniffles could be heard through the pounding rain coming from the feminine-looking bundle.

A cheesy ringtone began to play, and the person reached into their jacket and pulled out their phone. They answered right away. “Hello?” the high pitched voice croaked. Panic could be heard and another feminine voice through the phone as she said, “Oh my gosh, Elina! Where have you been?!”

“At the store,” Elina said softly.

“The store? Well why are you there?” the other girl asked.

“Oh, I just came to pick up a few things, and then the rain got really bad.....” she said softly.

“Okay, well do you want me or one of the girls to come pick you up?” she questioned.

“Nah, that's fine, I think I'll wait here, I just need a little quiet time,” she muttered.

“Oh, Okay, then. If you change you mind, just call me, and I'll be there to pick you up.”

“Kay, I'll see ya in a bit, Kynzi.”

“Okay, you too! Love you!”


She hung up, putting her phone back into her pocket. She sighed softly, and continued to bury her face in her knees. She liked cold weather, it allowed her to think. She liked the way the rain was sending long shivers up and down her spine. The cold numbed the pain a little. That was good. Oh great, now I'm starting to think like a depressed psychopath, she thought sarcastically. This is ridiculous. She pulled her knees closer, and pulled her hood up over her head. It still wasn't much use; it was soaked to the bone.

It all came rushing back. The laughs, the cuddles, the innocent yet passion filled kisses they shared through the night.

You Know I love you, right?”

I'll never leave you,”

You're my little nerd”

You wanna run away together?”

It was all too much. She found herself crying again, the only indication that the new paths trailing slowly down her skin were slightly warmer. She could barely hear her own choked sobs through the rain, when a hand was on her shoulder. She jumped, startled, as she looked up into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes that she had ever seen. They were a nice shade of cobalt blue with enough grey in them to make them look like a slightly overcast day.

She examined this mystery person further. His hair was under his hood, but it looked to be a dirty blonde, and his features were gorgeous. His eyes softened, and he crouched down to her level. “What are you doing out here in the rain, love?” his voice sounded Irish, but the rain was roaring, so she couldn't really tell.

“Just thinking,” she replied, grateful that the rain disguised the broken sound her voice made. “Well, I know that for some people, rainy days are a good time to think, but it's freezing out here! Come on. Let's go get something to warm you up, yea?” he offered, holding his hand out to her. She hesitated. Normally she would be worried about going off with strangers that she met in an alley, but this boy's voice was so sincere, so gentle. Her gut told her that he was a trustworthy person. She held out her hand tentatively. He stood up and grabbed her hand. She tried to ignore the tingling feeling she got as he helped her up off of the ground.

He put his hand on her back, but withdrew it as quickly as he touched her. “Christ! You're soaking wet! And your freezing! How long have you been out here?” he asked, concern showing in his bright eyes. “Oh, not that long,” she said nervously. “About two and a half hours, give or take.”

“Two and a half hours!” he exclaimed.

“I said give or take!” she said with a soft laugh.

“That's it, take off your jacket.” Her eyes widened with fear. She softly asked, “Why?” He must have seen the fear in her eyes, because suddenly his softened again. “Look, I know we just met and all, but I promise I won't hurt you. Just trust me?”

There it goes again, she thought. That voice, she just couldn't come to disobey that voice. She carefully unzipped her grey hoodie, and shrugged it off. She suddenly felt self conscious of her tacky striped sweater. She noticed him taking his jacket off, but before she could ask, he was draping in over her shoulders. It was a little big, but it was warm and comfortable, not the least bit wet at all. As if he could read her mind, he said, “Waterproof jacket.”


Well, that makes sense. She snuggled into the jacket even further, relishing in the warmth it brought to her numb arms. He grabbed her wrist, and gently pulled her out of the alleyway.

There were no cars on the road. The only source of light was that of signs of shops that were closed for the evening. He led her down past a few shops, and they stopped in front of a cozy looking cafe. He knocked on the door, and a another person-- this one with bright orange hair-- opened the door.

“Niall, what the hell are you doing here? I was just about to close up sho-” he started, but his gaze landed on her.

“Think you can spare a few minutes of your precious time so I can get something to warm her up?” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The redhead shut his mouth promptly and opened the door wider, letting them in. He led her to the counter. He looked over towards her, and asked, “What'll it be?” Yup, he was definitely Irish.

She stepped up, groaning at how ugly she must have looked. She was soaking, and her hair was a mess, no doubt. She couldn't really see the menu, so she took her glasses out of her jeans pocket and slipped them on.

“Um....” she droned, looking at the menu. “I'll have the salted caramel latte,” she said. Her eyes browsed the tasty looking treats. The boy must have saw her, because he said, “You can get something to eat, too.” She grabbed a tasty looking doughnut with green icing. He took it from her and set it on the counter. As soon as she was done, she took her glasses off.

“Okay, I'll have a hot mocha, two cake pops, a strawberry shortcake, a parfait, and a bagel. Extra cream cheese.” Her jaw dropped. The redheaded barista must have seen her look. He jerked his thumb at the boy. “This one eats a lot of food.”

Yea, no kidding.

When their orders were up, and they had a seat, he spoke up. “I'm Niall, but you probably got that from that carrot top over there-” “Hey!” “- his name's Ed. So why were you out in the rain by yourself at this hour?”

She fiddled with the hem of her wet sweater. “It's complicated,” she muttered. After that, he was quiet. She took ahold of her coffee cup. It was warm; she tried to leech the het out of it. She brought the cup up to her lips. She took a sip and heaved a deep sigh. She closed her eyes and relished in feeling of warmth spreading through her cold bones.

They sat in silence for a few more moments, and then her phone buzzed. She took it out and looked at the screen.


10:23 pm:

Where r u? Just got to the store cuz we were worried. No sign of you ANYWHERE?


“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed. She stood up quickly and gathered her things. “Sorry, I really have to go, thanks a lot!”

Before the blonde boy could even get out a simple “what?”, she was gone.



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