prompt 40 for holiday prompts ✨
40 i slip on some ice and you’re the stranger who catches me
Harry’s morning has been just one disaster after another, ok maybe not disasters but it’s been incident after incident and it’s all forming one big disaster. First his alarm didn’t go off causing him to oversleep, then he couldn’t take a shower because the pipes in his house had frozen overnight, then he realized he hadn’t done laundry and had one clean outfit that did not go together at all, he was out of coffee meaning he would have to stop on the way even though he was already behind, and to top it all off the snow was seeping through his boots as he ran along the sidewalk to the coffee shop. Of course he slipped slightly on an ice patch right outside the door but managed to grab the handle and right himself stepping inside. He starts to feel better instantly, the warmth and the smell of coffee and pastries overwhelming his senses. The line moves quickly and as soon as Harry has paid and gotten his coffee he’s scurrying out the door. Of course he forgot about the ice so as soon as he steps outside he’s sliding but the cold painful impact never comes because instead two arms slip around him keeping him from falling but spilling his coffee down the front of his coat in the process.
“Ya alright?” An Irish accent is right in his ear and the arms are still wrapped tightly around his waist. And when he looks up it’s to see a man who’s all blue eyes and soft brown hair, his navy scarf just making his eyes even bluer.
“I, uh, yeah I’m fine, thank you.” He’s a stuttering blushing mess and his coffee has now soaked through to his shirt. The man helps him stand up straight and frowns noticing the empty coffee cup.
“Sorry about your coffee, I can buy you a new one.”
“Oh you don’t have to, really.”
“I insist,” and his hand goes to small of Harry’s back and he’s guiding him back into the coffee shop, “I’m Niall by the way.”
“Harry.”
Niall grabs a handful of napkins handing them to Harry
“I don’t know how much good these’ll do, sorry again.”
“It’s fine, I’d rather have spilled my coffee than completely busted my ass.” That might not be totally true but he supposes it’s worth it for the way Niall laughs.
They end up chatting for a good twenty minutes until Harry realizes just how late he is.
“Shit! I gotta go I’m so late for work.”
“Oh yeah sorry of course.”
Then with a sudden burst of courage,
“Any way I could get your number?” The way Niall blushes is enough to make Harry feel giddy.
“Yeah sure,” Niall writes his number down on a napkin handing it to Harry, “we should get lunch or something sometime.” His cheeks are still so pink and Harry kind of wants to feel if they’re as warm as they look.
Harry doesn’t even mind the lecture he gets from his boss or the teasing from his coworkers, not when he’s got Niall texting him to make plans for the next night.
