I stared at Missy blatantly as she swooned over my computer background. Niall Horan, of course. I mean, who wouldn't love that dream boat? Those beautiful blue eyes, his blonde hair(whether it's bleached or not), his adorable smile; everything about him is just so appealing. Don't even get me started on his voice.

"Sam, can I keep him, please?" She asks, jutting her lip out, looking incredibly pouty.

"Nope. He's all mine." I state, crossing my arms.

"You've never even talked to him!"

"Neither have you, what's your point?"

"You can't call dibs on someone you've never met!"

I cleared my throat. "I didn't call dibs, I simply stated that he was mine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm have to get ready for work."

With that, she stands, rolling her eyes and stalking out of view. That girl, honestly, everytime someone remotely attractive hits TMZ, she's all over it; wanting them more than anyone else.

Until the next heart throb shows up of course.

Slipping on my black slacks and black TOMS, I pull on my dark blue work shirt, adjusting it so it matched my curves perfectly. I pully my dirty blonde hair into a tight pony-tail, and grab my phone, opening twitter immediately.

@srm628: @NiallOfficial Hey, Nialler! Since you're in my home town, you should stop by Bill's Burgers. We have shakes to DIE for, and the burgers #TooAmazing See you there? I'm working. The name's Sam! ;)

Closing out of twitter, I smile to myself and drive to work, singing along to One Direction quite loudly, not really caring about the cars or people I pass. I look like an idiot. So what? I'm a sexy idiot.

Walking inside, I grab my apron and notepad, shoving 3 pens in my front pocket. My boss, Clara, signified that I had tables waiting, so I stalk over to the back(my assigned section) and go to the first table. 

Looking at my notepad, I fumble with my pen, saying the words I've become so accustomed to: "Hi, and welcome to Bill's Burgers. My name's Sam, can I start you off with something to drink?"

"Yeh, uhm, can I get a coke?"

My heart stops, the accent, the voice. Oh, God I've got the chills. "Yes, of course. Are you ready to order, or would you like to hear the specials?" I ask Niall, finally meeting his blue eyes.

"I'd like to hear the specials, please." He smiles, and I push my glasses up my nose, hoping to hide my blush.

"We've got the angus burger, topped with white cheddar and portabello mushrooms. That comes with either the salad bar or fries. Which are chips in your case." I laugh. "But we've also got the buffalo burger. Beef prepared the way you like it, pepper jack cheese, onion rings made with out special spicy breading, and buffalo wing sauce. That also comes with a salad bar or chips."

He grins. "Which would you suggest, you're the one that told me to come here."

I blush again, I can't believe it was my tweet that made him decide to come here! "I'm fond of the buffalo burger." I tell him nonchalontly. "I like spicy, so it's perfect." 

He nods. "I'll take that then, medium rare. But with chips, not salad."

I giggle, writing down his order. "Would you like an appetizer, Mr. Horan?"

He shakes his head. "No need to be so proffessional, love! But yes, I'd like the fried cheese."

"Mozerella sticks?" He stares at me blankly. "Okay, got it. I'll be right back with that!"

As much as I regretted it, I turned on my heel and skipped to the kitchen, placing the tag on the order carousel. Skipping is normal for me around here, I love my job; though, I may be just a little more excited because Niall Horan's at one of my tables.

Placing a frosted cup under the ice dispenser, I begin to make his drink, grabbing a straw on my way back. I set the cup down in front of him carefully, and begin to walk away when Niall clears his throat. My heart leaps to my throat, and I turn, smiling at him widely.

"Yes?"

"When's your shift over?" He asks, peeling the wrapper off of his straw.

"Ten." I state simply, walking away cockily.

I can't believe Niall Horan just asked me what time my shift ends.

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The rest of the day went by without incident, Missy called a few times, still angry with me about the whole Niall thing, but I didn't care. she couldn't ruin my mood.; I swear, he's going to be here until my shift is over, I've refilled his drink 6 times now, and he keeps ordering baskets of chips.

My other tables weren't quite as nice Niall, though. I had a group of rowdy teenage boys that spilled their drinks on me, two unbelieveably snobby girls that were jeering whenever I gave Niall his food or drinks, and an incredibly involved couple that nearly started bumpung uglies right on the tabel.

Mood was eventually ruined.

By the end of the night, I was nearly in tears, Niall left about fifteen minutes ago, too. Everything went from great to totally shitty within a few hours, and I just wanted to go home. I wanted to go home, curl up on my bed with a gallon of chocolate ice cream, and watch the Notebook.

Throwing my apron in my locker, I pull my hair our of it's tie and run my fingers through it, feeling the stickyness of Mountain Dew still laced in it. I had an extra shirt, but it still didn't work, it stuck to my sugar and caffeine coated skin, and I hated it.

Saying a quick goodbye to Carla, I step outside, heading for my car as the tears finally make their way down my face.

"Hey, Sam!" Someone calls, and I turn. There, under the one light Bills Burgers has is Niall Horan. He has a fresh t-shirt in one hand, and a dozen roses in the other. "I thought we'd go and get you changed, then head out to the cinema or something."

I think I just fell in love.