Harry Styles Imagines

How you meet

Your POV

The beechwood cafe is my life line after a bad day at work. It was humiliating. I work in cabin crew for Tui Airlines, it was only supposed to be a temporary job but I just got lazy and the pay is alright so I stayed.
It all started with the traditional coffee spill on my white blouse. Then when I got to the plane I tripped up the stairs because of stupid heels which resulted in twisting my ankle. The flight was from Paris to London and I was down to be one of the people that stand in the aisle and give visual actions for safety but this was my first time doing it so I had only practiced it once or twice, now I really don't catch on fast and if it was from UK to USA I would be able to know what to do but NO I had to guess and improvise my actions. Arghhh I really needed that coffee.
The cafe is not too big, it's a very comforting size, the circular tables are accompanied by three or four wooden chairs with cushions. The smell of warm pastries and cakes and coffees fill the empty cafe atmosphere as I walk briskly to the counter and ask for a latte and fruit cake. Shortly after I choose a seat next to a giant window that looks out onto the sandy beach below my food and drink arrives and the door of the cafe opens, I don't pay much attention to it as my eyes focus on children running along the waters edge.
"Do you mind if I sit down?" The voice interrupts my daydreaming and I am immediately blown away by the colour of his eyes, they were like emeralds, green and sparkling in the sunlight, his brown curly hair is pushed back into a man bun.
"No it's fine" I have never known anyone with such confidence around strangers.
"My names Harry"
"It's nice to meet you Harry, I'm (y/n)"
"What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he pauses, I can feel his gorgeous emerald eyes on me as I look back down at the beach, "I'm surprised you don't recognise me (y/n)"
"Erm what do you mean?" I have never seen him before.
"Do you listen to music?"
"Erm no I don't my parents were strict when it came to my spare time and entertainment as a child" I have no idea why I am opening up to this man, I don't even know him.
"Well I'm in a famous boy band called One Direction, I am sorry to jump to conclusions, it is just that a lot of people I meet know who I am" .
"It's fine Harry" Harry obviously sense my tone change
"Bad day?"
"Yep, coffee spill" I show him my stained blouse, "and my lack of french knowledge caused a large amount of embarrassment on my half"
"Oh dear no one likes a coffee spill" I hear his phone start blowing off with messages.
"Sorry that's the boys, I've gotta run, but could I maybe get your number? I can help you learn some more french if you like"
"Yes Harry that's fine I think I need the education!" I gave my number to him and watch him stride out of the door with a smile on his face.
I just met Harry Styles.