Niall felt like he’d only just fallen asleep when his alarm blared in his ear, his phone vibrating beside on the nightstand. He stuck his hand out from under the white hotel room duvet, feeling around for his phone. He hit the volume button, silencing the alarm and cocooning himself back in the bed. Waking up was inevitable though since Harry was in a moment later, shaking him.

“Wha?” Niall rolled over onto his back, looking up at Harry looming over him. It wasn’t exactly the sight he hoped to wake up to.

“Want to go get breakfast with me?” Harry asked, tossing a hoodie at Niall’s head.

“Yea, I guess,” he replied, pulling himself out of bed. He grabbed a pair of khaki harem pants and a navy blue Jack Wills jumper, disappearing into the bathroom to change. Harry spent the entire time rapping his knuckles on the bathroom door, antagonizing Niall. Once he’d managed to stuff his feet in the appropriate pair of supras and he’d grabbed a snapback Harry dragged him out of the room.

He didn’t dare ask where they were going but he frowned when he realized they were at that stupid coffee shop from the day before. Harry headed in before him and Niall stepped back, letting the glass door close as he considered whether or not coffee was worth it. He knew Harry would come back out and drag him inside. He fixed his snapback in the reflection of the door before pulling it open, heading inside the shop. Niall stepped into line after Harry, glancing at the black boards hanging behind the counter, offering the menu. There was a display with food and while he was fairly hungry he didn’t want to order from here.

“Hello again Madeline.”

Niall glanced over at the sound of Harry’s voice and saw that it was the same girl as yesterday behind the counter. He hadn’t necessarily meant to be rude to her, he was just annoyed. She was like one of those late night McDonalds workers that act like the customer is doing them a disservice by ordering food. Whether she’d perked up to be polite to them yesterday he still caught the annoyed air she had about her, as if working yesterday was the nail in her coffin.

Harry’s turn passed and Niall found himself standing there in front of her. She didn’t bother trying to smile for him, proving his theory right. She was just some stuck up little girl forced into employment. He didn’t want to order from her any more than she wanted to be there.

“Is there someone else that could take me order? Yer bad mood might effect the coffee,” Niall stated, not even letting her get out that stupid opening line she was forced to say. He didn’t know why they couldn’t have just found a Starbucks.

“Are you serious?” Her hands went straight to her hips.

“Serious as a heart attack doll,” Niall replied, taking an equally defensive stance and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well I’d hate to ruin your day,” she started, fake pouting at him, “but I’m taking your order. So order or get out of line.”

“No need to be snippy,” he grinned, he had realized he’d be able to get such a rise out of her. Doing so was kind of fun though. “I’ll have a pumpkin spice latte.”

“That’ll be 4.25,” Madeline replied.

Niall handed over his card and grinned when he caught her roll her eyes. He’d noticed that people seemed to hate when he offered them his card to pay for small purchases. He wasn’t sure why it bothered people, he assumed they took it as him flaunting his money. As if constantly using his credit card was the same as paying cash for large purchases.

She handed his card back and moved to the end of the counter with Harry. A display of mugs caught his eye and he moved over to fiddle with them. He frowned, pulling down a ceramic blue mug with no handle.

“This one doesn’t have an arm,” Niall called, catching Madeline’s attention. The another girl, who’d just come out of the back room, laughed at Niall.

“It’s called a tea bowl,” Madeline retorted.

Niall made a face at her when she turned away from him, causing the other girl to laugh. He smiled and placed the ‘tea bowl’ back on the shelf, going to the counter. He walked to where the other girl was and jokingly took off his snapback, holding it to his chest and bowing a little as if he’d just gone back in time a hundred years.

“Top o’ the morning to ye,” he grinned, placing his hat back on. He never actually used the stereotypical Irish line but for some reason girls that weren’t Irish thought it was cute when he did. So he did.

The girl giggled, tucking a piece of black hair behind her ear and blushing. Harry laughed in the background. Madeline seemed less amused, simply scoffing and continuing on with her work.

“Hi,” the black haired girl finally managed.

“Hello doll, what’s yer name?” he asked.

“Jade,” she replied.

“She’s too old for you,” Madeline cut in, glaring at both of them.

“Maybe too beautiful but you don’t look a day over twenty-one. Which is more than I can say about that one,” Niall pretended to whisper the last bit, but said it in a voice that still allowed Madeline to hear him.

“One Raspberry Chai and one Pumpkin Spice,” she stated, her tone forced as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Thanks,” Harry grabbed his and headed down to the a table.

Niall moved away from Jade, grabbing his latte and taking a sip of it, “thanks, pumpkin.” He winked at Madeline before going down to join Harry.

The younger boy was practically in tears, laughing at his friends antics. He’d been hoping Niall would move passed yesterday and actually behave himself but instead he’d spent the entire time trying to get under Madeline’s skin.

“If you keep it up we’re going to have to find another place to get coffee,” Harry stated, taking a sip of his tea.

“Nah, the one that looks like she was auditioning for sucker punch likes me,” Niall laughed.

He glanced back over, watching Madeline wait on another customer. It was an older man but he must have been a regular because she talked to him for a little while before asking if he wanted his regular. Niall turned back to Harry, telling him he’d be right back, that he forgot to get food.

Niall went back up, stepping in line behind two women holding yoga mats. Neither of them looked like they actually did yoga. He waited while they took fifteen minutes each, debating which drink was less calories and what tasted better. Madeline looked as annoyed as he felt with them, which made him smile. The annoyance somewhat diminished from her face as she took their final order. It returned when she realized he was in line again.

“What?”

“Is that anyway to greet a payin’ customer?” Niall asked.

“What can I get you?” She replied, the frown still there.

“Forgot to order a muffin,” he smiled, showing off his clear braces.

“What kind?”

“What kind do you hate the most?”

“Blueberry.”

“Sounds delicious.” He handed her his card before she even told him how much causing her to snatch it from his hand. He couldn’t help the smug smile, knowing he’d succeeded in annoying her further.

Niall took his card back from her. She handed him the muffin in one of their standard paper pastry bags and he held onto her hand when she gave it to him, “thanks doll,” he winked and let go of her hand, heading back to Harry now that he had his food.

He took his seat again as Harry started to talk about what they had to do once they got back. He mostly listened, drinking his coffee and making quick work of the muffin. It was a little dry but he assumed they got them in from somewhere so he wouldn’t hold that against her.

After sitting for a while they got up, tossing their empty cups away.

“See ye tomorrow doll!” Niall called, grinning smugly and tipping his snapback at both Jade and Madeline. Harry laughed and waved as they both walked out of the café. Niall planned on coming back again tomorrow, just to see the look on Madeline’s face when he did.