Niall Horan Imagines

Record Shop

Record Shop

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Your POV

Being a college student, money was tight and I needed it to keep up with textbooks and buying food and essentials. Thus I landed this part-time job at a little record shop. As the music obsessed being I am, I liked the job, organizing albums by genre then alphabetically, recommending people new artists and giving people a smile when they'd leave with a brand new album. It felt right at home.

I had finished classes early, going straight to the record shop with my headphones in listening to (your favorite song). The little bells that hanged from the door ringed as I walked in, feeling the warmth engulf me in contrast to the cool air that was outside.

"Good afternoon, Sam." I greeted, waving at Sam, the owner of the record shop. She was an old school kind of woman. She was born in the era of rock and roll and she still lived with it to this day, which explained a lot for the record shop.

"Hi, sweetie. How were classes today?" She asked, stacking up records on the sticker covered counter.

"They were okay, a little boring, but anything to graduate, right?" I sighed.

"Sorry to hear they were boring, but hopefully the shop will be a turn of events for you. I've got some new albums in, mind putting them in place?"

"Of course not." I smiled, grabbing the box filled with albums up to the brim.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I'll be in the back if you need anything." Sam waved and left.

I began to unload the box, separating the albums by genre and artist. I heard the same jingle of the bells signalling that a customer had walked in. I quickly finished placing the stack that I currently had in my hands and made my way over to where the customer was to ask if they needed help with anything.

"Hi, welcome to Rockin' Records, is there anything I could help you with? Anything specific you're looking for?" I asked.

It was a young man, in his twenties, wearing a hoodie, a hat, and sunglasses. It gave me a weird vibe.

"I'm just looking, but I'll call you if I need anything, miss." He replied with a thick accent.

"Alright, my names (Y/N) if you need help with anything." I smiled, and the man nodded moving on the 'Pop' section of the store.

I headed back to my original spot, organizing the new albums, making sure they were all neat and aligned. I humming to myself, the song I was listening to earlier was stuck in my head, and I soon started singing to myself quietly.

I had gotten to the pop albums, and headed to the other side of the store.

In the same section was the young man from before, he had a bunch of the Niall Horan albums that had came in about a week ago. He had a permanent marker in hand and was writing on the inside of them.

"Excuse me, sir. You're gonna have to pay for all of those that you wrote on." I said, walking over to where he was.

"Oh, it's not a problem. I was planning to, and just leave them for whoever decides to pick one up. A gift from me." He chuckled, setting the last copy of the Flicker album back to its original spot.

"O-Okay, I can go ring you up at the counter. Here, I'll take these over there to scan." I moved closer to collect the albums and in the process, my clumsy self dropped some of them.

"Sorry." I said, bending down to pick them up and so did he, brushing hands slightly as he handed them to me.

"Thank you."

"No problem, love." I blushed.

I walked over to the counter, setting the stack of albums by the cash register, the young man standing on the other side, pulling out his wallet. I scanned the twelve albums and moved them to the side, curious as to what the mysterious man had written on them.

"Your total is $73.84."

The man handed me his card. I ringed him up and gave it back along with the receipt.

He thanked me and turned around to leave.

"Uh, don't you at least want to take one for yourself?" I asked.

"No thank you. I have it all already, even some that didn't make the cut for it." The man smiled and left, the jingling of the bells ringing again.

I nodded to myself and saw the albums from the corner of my eye. I was really curious as to what he wrote, and seeing as no one was in the store at the moment, I picked one up and opened it.

"To the greatest fans in the world. I hope you all enjoy this album that I worked really hard one. With love, Niall xx"

I gasped, and saw the signature at the bottom. I had encountered Niall Horan without even realizing it. I was oblivious to it.

"(Y/N), are you okay? Just checking up on you." Sam said, startling me a bit.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Perfectly fine." I replied with a smile. "I just met Niall Horan without even realizing it."

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i'm thinking of a part two for this one? how about you guys? i hope you guys have a fantastic new years celebration and i'll see you all in 2019!
lots of love xx
-lee✌🏼