#by the time the bus pulls up i am standing in a winter fucking wonderland. solid couple inches on the ground. lake frozen solid

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“I Couldn’t Pass Up This Opportunity” - Niall Horan Imagine

This is a work in progress, I just wanted some input of if I should continue.

It was a chilly day in Boston, Massachusetts. The wind whipped around you every time a bus drove by, causing you to wrap your North Face closer around you, but didn’t stop your teeth from chattering from the icy blast. You had a meeting in the afternoon, and decided it would be a good day to walk around Boston, for a few hours, before your meeting started. It wasn’t a very important meeting, but the higher managers liked to get together once every couple weeks to talk about sales, even though you weren’t even in that department and had no say in anything that happened.

The train dropped you off at South Station, the second to last stop before it hit Back Bay and turned around to fill up with passengers again. Getting into the station was a warm relief, letting the muscles you didn’t realize you were clenching, relax a bit, while you busied your mind looking for the Starbucks you knew so well. You got into the unnecessarily long line, inching forward every 5 minutes, before you finally gave up, giving it a deep sigh, and knowing you’ll be able to sit in the Starbucks by your building before heading in for the meeting.

You braces yourself for the cold again, zipping up your jacket until it was covering your neck, and taking the hat and scarf out of your bag. Ducking your head low so your face did take the chill full force, you opened the doors and started your journey.

Boston was always a magical place in the winter time, there were rarely any rude people that you bumped into, in fact, strangers rarely talked to each other, other than the excuse me’s while passing, some occasional apologies for running into one another, and then some thank you’s when checking out. Boston wasn’t quite a winter wonderland yet, but you knew as soon as reached the Commons, it would be highly decorated with lights that would brighten your mood.

You pulled your phone out of your pockets every few minutes to check the time, even though you were about 2 hours early, you still didn’t want to be late, since the CEO sometimes makes appearances at these pointless meetings, you were pretty sure, not even he knew what was going on in the company.

Turning the corner, you ran into a bunch of people hustling out of a store, and looking up, you saw it was the CVS that you always pass, but never really go into, mainly because you were never really worried about buying anything from the connivence store on the way to work. But today, you decided to go in, and enjoy the warmth, and get a snack, before continuing on your chilly walk.

“Welcome to CVS” the cashier greeted with a smile, “let me know if I can help you with anything”

You gave her a courteous smile and nod before heading over the clearly marked coolers on the wall. On the left we’re drinks and the right we’re snacks. You peeked into the drink isle, noticing another person browsing, wearing gray sweats and a black North Face, also noticing his black hat hiding all of his hair.

“Excuse me” you said, moving past him to look at the drinking the cooler.

“Sorry” he said, flicking his eyes to you, then back to the coolers. An accent poked out with his word, but you couldn’t quite detect what it was.

You were trying to decide whether you should get a caffeine fix from a bottle of Mountain Dew or an Arizona, one was cheaper, one had a lot of caffeine. You turned around to look at some snacks, hoping that would be able to help you decide, only to have the stranger say “excuse me” and move behind you. There was that accent again.

You watched him for a second, seeing him take his phone out of his pocket, send a text, and then place it back in his pocket. His profile looked familiar, you’ve definitely seen it somewhere, you just couldn’t place a finger on it.

Or maybe it was the accent that was throwing you for a loop. You decided to test it out, moving towards the Arizona’s, “have you tried any of these?” You asked the stranger.

“Hm?” He hummed, looking up to you, meeting your green eyes with his blue ones.

“Have you ever tried the Arizona’s?” You asked shyly again, a lot of people up north don’t socialize with people they don’t know.

“Oh” he realized, looking at the flavors, “Yeah, I’ve had most of them”

“Which ones best?” You interviewed, needing to hear more of the accent.

“Uh” he muddled, “they’re all pretty good, but I personally like the Arnold Palmer” he motioned to the gray can in the last row.

The familiarity was coming back to you, but a quick google search could help you a little bit more, but when that search led to nothing, you stated doubting if it was actually who you thought it was.

“Thanks” you said suddenly, grabbing the can out of the cooler, and rounding the corner to more snacks.

You knew it was Niall Horan that you just had a casual conversation with, everything added up, the accent, the piercing blue eyes, the only thing that wasn’t adding up in your mind, was why he was here, and why it wasn’t showing up on google or even your snap map, that he was in town.

There was a large part of you that didn’t want to bother him because he was obviously trying very hard to stay hidden underneath that hat. Another part of you wanted to ask him for a quick picture and promise you won’t post it until much later on when both of you were no longer in Boston. With your anxiety raging, you rounded the corner back to the drinks where you spotted him before, finding him still standing in the same spot.

“Not the right flavor?” He asked, looking up from his phone.

“Uh” You fumbled, knowing who it was, was causing you to go stiff with admiration, “I just need more of a caffeine fix”

He nodded, and smirked at you, watching you put the Arizona back and replacing it with the Mountain Dew you thought of earlier. You took another look at him, you stomach in knots, not really sure how to bring up the celebrity.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” You asked him suddenly, causing him to give you a small look of shock.

“No” he smirked again, “how did ya know?”

“The accent” you commented, “what is that? Irish?”

“Sure is” he nodded, keeping his head low now.

“I always loved those accents” you commented nonchalantly again, your stomach still writhing.

“Thank you” he said, reaching into the cooler and picking up the Arizona you just put back, “think I’ll get this for meself”

He turned around to look at the snacks, just like you did earlier, if he had the idea that you knew who he was, he hasn’t ran yet, but probably will when he finds out how much of a Stan you were.

“So this is awkward” you said, your flushing red before he even looked at you, “I know who you are and I just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to ask for a picture”

“Who am I?” He asked you with a wink, making you immediately second guess yourself.

“Uh, you’re Niall Horan, right?” You said in an awkward whisper.

“No” he said emotionless, looking you dead in the eye, making your face go even redder, and feel like you were about to cry.

“Fuck” you cried, “I’m so sorry, this is so awkward”

The stranger laughed, “I’m just kidding, but your face” he laughed harder.

Humiliation washed over you, you were unsure how to react, should you walk away from him, or just stand there until he was done laughing at you.

“I’m sorry” he said, calming down from him temporary high, “of course I’ll take a picture with you”

“Thanks” you said awkwardly, small defeat in your voice, which caught his attention instantly.

“I’m sorry” he said sincerely, “I didn’t mean to upset ya”

“I just feel like an idiot” you confessed, feeling sort of numb.

“Nooo” he whined, pulling you into an immediate hug, “I’m sorry, I’ve just always wanted to do that”

You weren’t really sure what to say to him as he pulled out of the hug, not out of humiliation, but the shock from him hugging you out of the blue, and the way he smelled, sent your soul away from your body for the short few seconds his arms were around you.

“Let me buy yer drink, I promise I’m not a bad person” he motioned, grabbing the Mountain Dew our of your hand and walking to the register, with you blindly following him.

“That’ll be 3.20” the cashier said. You watched Niall pull out his wallet and swipe his card through the reader, the cashier giving you envious eyes. You wondered if she knew who he was or if she just thought he was good looking and you knew him.

The cashier handed him his receipt, “thank you” he said, followed by a “You too” when she said ‘have a nice day’.

“Thanks” You said as he walked out the door, giving you your soda, coming alive to the cold that shocked you.

“So are you from around ‘ere?” He asked, cracking open the can.

“Uh” You stammered, the Mountain Dew freezing your fingers, “yeah, I work a few cities over, they have us come here for a corporate meeting every few weeks”

“That’s cool, so you must be in a high position?” He questioned.

“I’m only a manager of the store” you shrugged, “they like to invite us to show us what we could be”

“Well then” He chuckled, “that’s stupid”.

“Yeah” you scoffed, “I agree”.

“But you know your way around the city?” He questioned further, as you aimlessly walked down the street together.

“Pretty well, I’m here at least 3 times a month” you shrugged again.

“Know any good places to eat?” He interrogated.

“Plenty” you informed, “what are you feeling? I can point you in the right direction”.

“Hm” he hummed, thinking to himself, “what are you feeling... unless you have to go to that corporate meeting”

“Uh” You stammered, looking at the time on your phone, only an hour until the meeting starts, “no” you shrugged your shoulders, “it’s not required that I go” you said, knowing damn well you were going to get a call from your district manager asking where the hell you were today.

“You sure?” He asked, eyeing you, knowing as well as you, that you were lying.

“Yeah, like I said, it’s just a dick measuring contest, and to see how far you can deep throat the CEO”

“That was....” He stammered, “vivid”, he chuckled after.

“Yeah well” you breathed out, “it’s true, and I’m the only female manager so they like to think I’m below them, when I have the best numbers in the district”

“What!?” He asked, taken aback in disbelief, “my entire team are females, and they do a better job”.

“Well obviously” you said with a sarcastic hair flip, making Niall grin at you.

[thatglutenfreemuffin-blog]

First Dates

@urisistable​ :  I just saw this ^^^ pic and thought *sigh* that’s so the look he’d give you right before he’d ask if he could kiss you for the first time. Do you care to elaborate? 💕

I really hope you like this, I don’t think it’s that good, but here is your prompt anyway  💕 💕

You tug and pull at your outfit for your date tonight, only Brendon would leave you with the instruction “I’ll only be wearing a t-shirt and jeans, so work with that,” When he asked you out, two days ago. You met Brendon about 6 months ago, when your best friend started shooting photo’s for his band on tour and you caught a huge crush on him instantly, so when he asked you out you couldn’t hide from the butterflies that invaded your stomach and haven’t left ever since.

After forever deliberating on your outfit you finally picked a cute maroon sweater, ripped black skinny jeans and a pair of black boots, you decided against your better judgement and put on a cute, red pair of matching bra and panties, not that you were planning to show them off. You decide on leaving your hair in loose waves around your shoulders, your makeup simple, but you couldn’t miss out your favourite winged eyeliner. Finally relatively happy with your look, you sat down on your couch, it was 6.55, at least you managed to be ready on time, you flipped through your phone for 5 minutes before right on the spot at 7pm, the front door knocked. Sure enough, you open the door to see that familiar, full lipped smile, you try to stop yourself from staring, but jesus he looks so good, black, ripped skinny jeans, a black, loose fitting tshirt and black leather jacket, hair perfect as usual with that one little strand that always seems to fall out of place.

“You look really cute,” He beams, stepping forward to kiss your cheek gently, smiling when he sees the blush that’s crept up to your cheeks, “Hey do you have a jacket? You might need one, it’ll be a tiny bit cold where we’re going.”

“Cold? Brendon we’re in LA.” You raise an eyebrow, how could he possibly find somewhere cold, it’s not cold out but it’s not hot either, just nice.

“Trust me, just grab a jacket and you’ll find out, it’s not that warm out anyway.” With a playful little wink he stands at the door while you grab a jacket and takes your hand when you get back, pulling you out to his car, “Ok, I hope you’re not expecting anything too fancy, I just thought it would be nice to have some fun, not sit in some stuffy restaurant or bar.”

“Aww Brendon,” You coo a little, because jeeze is he so cute, “That sounds perfect actually, I’m not exactly the fancy kind of girl.” He visibly relaxes when you say, starting the car, you don’t drive for long and the car ride is full of the usual awkward small talk the encompasses the first 20 minutes of a date, getting settled and asking about each other's day and the obligatory speak of the weather. When you finally pull up to the place you don’t at first realise what it is you’re doing, he links arms with you and leads you through and at your first impression, it looks like some kind of indoor carnival, or winter wonderland of some sort, that’s when you notice it IS considerably colder in here than it is outside.

“Brendon what is this place?” You say with a giggle and he smiles widely, pulling you further into the building, finally he seems to spot his goal, tugging you in the direction of a huge, rectangle space, then it dawns on you. As you get closer you can see people moving around, and giggles and laughs, some people falling out. “Ice skating?!” You squeal, you’ve never really done it before but hey could be fun, he nods and pulls you to the little booth to buy tickets, when you reach into your pocket to grab some money he stops you.

“No, no it’s on me.” He smiles sincerely but you shake your head again, you don’t want him to think you’re like every other girl he’s probably been with, just interested in his pocket.

“Brendon, I can pay for myself, I can afford it, I don’t want you to think that-”

“It’s fine, I know you can pay for yourself, but I asked you on a date, so I’m gonna pay for it, you can pay for one that you ask me on,” He winks playfully and pays for you both, you’re given a number so you know when to leave the ice. He gets the right sized skates and finding a place to sit down and put them on, he very kindly crouches down in front of you to get yours laced up, sitting next to you and lacing his up too. Brendon helps you stand, and you can only assume that you’re easily compared to a baby deer trying to walk, stumbling and relying heavily on him to get over to the ice, which he steps onto first, offering out a hand to you, holding both of your hands out in front of him.

The first 10 minutes solid are filled with you trying to get stable on the ice, hysterically giggling as you cling onto Brendon, both of you starting to laugh as he manages to provide enough balance for the two of you, smiling when you squeal and wobble and wrap your arms around him.

“Oh my GOD! Brendon don’t let go!” You giggle and squeal, secretly loving that you get to be this close to him, your arms are practically glued around your waist, it’s only a minor thought that this choice of date might well have been intentional to get you this close.

“I’ve got you don’t worry,” He reassures you, scooping an arm around your waist to hold you up, holding you close to him as you finally start to find your feet and steady out, you’ve never been this close to him before and this kind of intimacy is nice, it’s fun and giggly. After the first 15 or so minutes, you’re gliding around the ice with Brendon, now only tangling your fingers in with his and giggling playfully, still a little wobbly legged, starting to get more comfortable.

Brendon playfully skates little rings around you, taking your hand and spinning you and smiling when you squeal and make grabby hands at him to keep you steady, with a loud yelp you slip a little, but he rushes forward to catch you, both arms slipping around you to keep you steady. When you look up, your faces are only a couple of inches apart, a warm, playful little smile on his face, just as he goes to lean in you hear the speaker calling out that it’s your number’s turn to leave the ice, Brendon straightens up and smiles a little awkwardly.

“Umm, we should get to the side,” He stammers a little nervously, gently helping you upright and helping you move over to the side, guiding you over to sit down and get your skate off, both of you smiling widely, if a little flustered by nearly kissing. He’s the perfect gentleman again, helping you get the skates off and taking them back over to the little booth, when he comes back you’ve just about managed to get your shoes back on, he offers out a hand to help you up.

“Jesus, your hands are freezing, how about we go to get a hot drink and something to eat?” He smiles and pulls you against him, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you walk.

“I am pretty hungry, food and a drink wouldn’t be a bad idea,” You smile back and both wander around a little, settling on a really cute little cafe type place that sells waffles and pancakes and hot chocolate, you know it’s a pretty cheesy little date as he pulls your chair out for you, but you sit there eating waffles and giggling and drinking your hot chocolate, his arm leant across the table, gently stroking his fingers over yours as you talk. What gets you the most flustered is how intently he listens, asking all these questions about you and sitting quietly, just tracing patterns on your palm as he listens to the responses, a wide smile on his face and eyes fixed on yours. You sit there for at least another hour and a half, chatting and giggling in your own little world.

He tells you about himself, how he grew up mormon, telling you stories about sneaking off to hardcore gigs at 16 and having a change of clothes in his car to hide it all from his parents, that the band took off when he was around 18 and that he struggled with his ADHD and anxiety for a while after. He tells you hilarious stories about the bands’ antics backstage, about how his latest album was a huge success and the latest your he went on was crazy successful.

“You’ve lead a much more colourful life than me,” You chuckle a little, brushing your hair out of your face, he smiles sweetly and squeezes your hand.

“I’ve been lucky, yeah it’s been amazing, but hey, you could always come and have some fun with us, there’s always space on our tour bus for one more.” He grins and you feel your cheeks flushing red at an alarming rate, giggling a little as his fingers keep tracing patterns on your hand.

“Really?” You duck your head a little and see him grinning out of the corner of your eye.

“Yeah, I mean it, you’re really fun to be around Y/N, and I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.” He smiles again, glancing down at his watch. “Oh fuck, it’s almost midnight, I should get you home.” It disheartens you a little but you know it is true, he pays the bill for the food and the hot chocolate and stands, slipping his leather jacket on and offering a hand out to you, helping you put your jacket back on. You walk hand in hand out through the little winter wonderland, giggling and continuing on your intimate little conversation, walking back out to the parking lot and climbing back in his car. With the conversation flowing so easily, it doesn’t stop in the car, and you’re still talking when you finally pull up outside your house, turning of the ignition and turning to face you.

“Can I would you to your door?” He asks sweetly, the smile on his face is almost too cute to bare and definitely too cute to refuse.

“I’d love that,” You smile straight back, climbing out of the car and walking over to Brendon’s side, he waits for you there and tangles his fingers with yours as he walks you up the path to your door, once you get the door unlocked and open you stand in the doorway and turn to face him, “I mean I’d ask you in but…”

“I’d love to, really I would, but I have to get to an interview super early tomorrow,” He rubs the back of his neck, looking so torn between coming in and going home, “I’m sorry, I feel like I’ve ruined it now.”

“Ruined? Oh god no, Brendon I understand, I had a really nice time tonight,” You reach out for his hand and step down off of the doorstep so you’re in front of him, letting go of his hand to toy with the hem of your sweater a little, “I really enjoyed tonight.”

“I did too,” He trails off a little, his lips pulling into a smile as he steps a little closer, hands clasped in front of him, there’s something on his mind.

“What is it B?” You ask softly and he takes a little breath, you can see him fiddling with his own hands.

“Sorry if it’s too forward, but, can I kiss you? I’ve been wanting to all night, but I didn’t want you to think I’m some massive jerk.” He smiles again, the smile reaching his gorgeous brown eyes.

“Of course you can…” You trail off and the smile on his face widens, his hands reach forward to take yours and he tugs you closer, leaning down and pressing a soft, gentle little kiss to your lips, your stomach does total somersaults as his hands slip onto your waist, pulling you against him, your rest yours on his chest. It doesn’t last long, your lips move a little and you let out a tiny little whimper before he pulls back, at least it makes you feel better when you see he’s a little breathless and flustered too.

“I’ll, uhh, I’ll speak to you tomorrow, after my interview, but, you do want to go out again right?” He asks a little nervous and you giggle in response, tugging on his jacket, pulling him down to kiss him one last time, just a quick little peck on the lips.

“I’d love to Brendon.” You smile and say your goodbyes, unable to stop yourselves giving each other one last little peck on the lips before he says one last goodbye, turning on his heel to get back in his car, you can’t help but stand and stare dreamily after him as he drives away.

Brendon Urie. You just had an amazing date and KISSED Brendon fucking Urie.