Lucy was getting ready to go home after dinner, but Niall insisted that he drove her back. She tried to reject the offer, but did not want to appear rude, so she went along. Niall had a blue Range Rover as his ride and all Lucy could think of how she really wanted to spray paint the vehicle.
"You coming?" Niall asked her when she just stood there, on the pavement, gawking at his car. A sense of pride swelled in Niall's chest. She nodded awkwardly and got into his car and buckling up her seat belt. Lucy's mind was a little hazy after downing a few bottles of pints.
"Niall, can we go to a nearby cafe or something like that? I want to sober up so that I won't get a killer hangover in the morning." She said as Niall started to drive. Niall glanced at her for a few short seconds before keeping his eyes back on the road. He nodded briefly. "I know a great cafe around the corner."
Secretly, Niall was happy that he gets to spend time with Lucy. Niall was quite popular with the ladies but that's just because he is an art student and a football player at the same time. Apparently, that is like a full package for the ladies. He doesn't know how Lucy reacts to him. Obviously he had embarrassed himself on their first encounter. He's not used to her impassivity. He was used to all the girls throwing themselves at him and loudly expressing their emotions. Niall doesn't understand. Lucy is an art student, well, an artist. Shouldn't she be expressing her thoughts and emotions freely? Maybe it's just because of their first encounter. Shit.
Niall pulled over in front of a cafe that he always hang out at with Zayn, Ash and Max. Lucy got out of the car to look at the cafe. Niall got out off the car and showed her the way into the cafe. The barista was a 60 something year old woman who can barely differentiate salt and sugar. Thank god that happened one time only.
They both settled down and Lucy looked around the place. "You...Uh, do you come here often?" She asked Niall, not looking at him as her attention was on her surroundings. Niall shrugged nonchalantly, obviously trying to play it cool, but secretly happy that she was starting the conversation. "Yeah. We used to come here often when we were schooling." Niall smiled at the memory of him and his friends, scrawnier, lankier, awkward teenagers who used to come here after school and chill after football training. During those times, the barista was younger and she could actually see, so she could differentiate salt and sugar apart.
Niall went over to the counter and ordered two hot steaming black coffee for both him and Lucy. He got back with two cups and placed them carefully on the table so that he won't spill them and make an embarrassment out of himself (again). Lucy took her cup with a grateful smile and she looked around the cafe, taking in the image of the place. Niall, on the other hand, was busy observing Lucy. She looks so dull. Dull is not always bad. Unpredictable too, gets predictable in the course of time. Niall has never seen someone who is so dull and blended in. He has always look for things that is standing out and screams attention. Not Lucy though. So why is she attracting him with her dullness?
"So..." Niall trailed off and Lucy's attention all marched to him. "Were you serious about college? Because me and Zayn can help you get in. A recommendation from Zayn is prestigious and every college would want you in if you get recommended, heck, even more so, working for the Zayn Malik." Zayn hates to admit it, but he is famous and he has a powerful status in the art industry. Zayn is a quiet and shy man whom talent speaks louder than him.
"Well, I kind of am thinking about joining college." Lucy drawled slowly as she stir the small metal teaspoon that dips in the black liquid in a clockwise motion. Niall nodded approvingly. "So what's stopping you?" He asked, a bit hesitant, worrying that he had intruded in her personal life.
Lucy shrugged. "I don't really know." Niall looked at her warily, kind of like the usual expression the Doctor shows when he's figuring out someone or something. "Interesting..." Niall muttered, fascinated by this female that is directly in his presence.
"Come on. I have something to show you." Niall said, grabbing Lucy's hand and she yelped in surprise. They abandoned their half-drank coffees and venture out into the cold night in London. "Where are you taking me?" She asked him, as they ran past his car. "Somewhere."
By the time they got there, Lucy was out of breath. "There's a reason why I like art more than sports." Lucy gasped as Niall waited for her to recover. After her pace of breathing slowed down to a normal range, Lucy looked around. They were in front of a gallery.
"Um Niall... Why are we at a gallery at," she glanced at her watch before continuing. "1.54 in the morning?" Niall just held his index finger onto his mouth, silently telling her to keep quiet. He placed his right hand into the pocket of his jeans until he pulled out a bunch of keys and dangled it in front of both their faces, a boyish grin plastered on his face.
He went forward and bent down to unlock the door by the bottom keyhole and he stood back up and pushed the door and went in and turned on all the fluorescent lights. He peeked out again and gestured for Lucy to follow him in. Lucy hesitantly followed him.
She gasped as she saw what was hanging on all of the walls of the gallery. hundreds and maybe thousands of different sizes of pictures making their marks on the wall. Niall looked at Lucy, who was right by his side and beamed proudly at the impressed look she has on her face. Niall decided that this look was the most beautiful look on Lucy's face and he wants nothing but to capture it on camera and watch the magic happen again and again.
"Do you like it?" He gave out a small shy smile. Niall was not used to letting people see his vulnerability point, but he too, don't understand why it was so easy to let this random woman into the most private part of his life and heart. Lucy looked at him with surprise in her face. She had forgotten that he was in the room with her as the beautiful pictures had occupied most of the spaces in her thoughts.
"Like it? I love it Niall!" She said breathlessly, and she was indeed breathless. The pictures of all these different colours and people stole the supply of oxygen she has. He smiled.
"I'm glad you do." And Niall don't know why, but the look on Lucy face makes him want to do anything in the world just to see it again. Lucy was now his muse, without him knowing,