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Niam - Frozen Flowers

The first time Liam saw him was in the window of a small and quaint cafe. 
He had taken a different route to uni, for once, and had never even seen the small place before but he was so glad he knew it now. 

Soft was the first word that came to mind. 
Soft.

He wore a warm light sweater, his fingers peaking through the sleeves. His skin was pale and his cheeks, nose and ears were absolutely flushed, glowing a bright red. His hair was a pretty lilac colour, styled up into a soft and fuzzy quiff, and a top of his head was a beautiful flower crown, flowers of white and pink still slightly stained with the morning snow. He had his eyes closed -his eyelashes laying against his hot cheeks- as he lifted his cup up with a steady grip. He pouted his cute pink lips and blew the steam to cool the drink, and took a long sip. He swallowed and sighed, treasuring the sweet, sweet taste of his tea, before putting the cup down and fluttering open his gorgeous, warm blue eyes.

He was perfect, Liam came to realise as he indiscreetly watched him under the orange glow of the cafe light.

His enchanting blue eyes widened as he caught himself being stared at by a boy outside the window. He flushed and waved shyly, wondering why this boy was looking at him the way he was.

Liam snapped out of his trance and stuttered embarrassingly. He blushed but excused it on the cold weather.  He gave an apologetic look and waved back just as timidly.

The boy in the cafe smiled and sipped his tea some more, his eyelashes fluttering and his gaze never leaving Liam's. A fond smile formed on Liam's face.

The lilac haired boy watched as the other stepped forward and began dragging his finger across the slightly foggy glass window. His writing was sloppy, seeing as though he was writing backwards:

"You

Are

Very

Pretty".

He practically gushed, his face almost completely pink as he giggled uncontrollably. He looked at Liam with those beautiful unsure eyes and Liam knew this was the one. 
The blue eyed boy slowly raised a hand and patted the seat next to him, a clear invitation.

Liam suddenly remembered he had classes.

He quickly looked down at his watch and cursed, looking back up at the soft boy behind the glass. 
He mouthed a 'sorry' and shook his head, frantically tapping at his watch. The other smiled in understanding and Liam forced himself to wave a goodbye.

Niall waved back and watched as the boy turned the corner and was out of sight. 
He sighed and sipped his tea, thinking about the funny, attractive boy that he caught looking at him. He couldn't stop smiling at the thought of him.

The boy was in a thick dark coat and a wooly scarf and, from what Niall could see, had warm brown eyes. His hair was styled up in a small buzzy quiff and he was heavily pierced. Heavily being a hoop through one of his nostrils (the right), one lip ring (the right again), a hoop through his left eyebrow and two through his right and his right ear lined with ear rings. 
Despite all the accessories, there was something warm about him, something...fuzzy.

Maybe it was the way his hair was messed up and scattered in light snowflakes. Or maybe it was the way he was all bunched up, his shoulders shruggish to keep warm. Or maybe it was the way his cheeks were rosy and when he smiled his eyes crinkled and his brown eyes glowed.

He was soft, Niall decided, very soft.

He glanced at the time and quickly finished up his tea. He stood up and, with one more glance outside, headed into the kitchen with his dirty mug to begin his shift.