Harry's POV
I watch as you walk past me. It’s been the seventh day I’ve been here, and you still haven’t given me your number. Normally, I would shake women off and move on to the next, but there was something enticing about you. I knew that if I gave up now I would only spend the rest of God knows how long thinking about you.
You pause at my table and hand me my order of fries. I smile up at you, but you roll your eyes and move on to the next table. Unable to stop my wandering eyes, I watched your ass as you walked around the room.
“So why are you still here?” you ask slamming my beer down on the table. “You sure are persistent.”
I stare at my beer in surprise. Normally, you would hardly spare me a glance, but here you were speaking to me.
“Well, I decided that it would benefit me greatly if I were to get you to go on a date with me,” I fiddle with my plate of fries.
“How so?” you ask sitting beside me.
“Shouldn’t you be waitressing?” I ask silently.
“There’s nobody else here except you. We closed half an hour ago,” she laughs, and I try to memorize the sound. “So we need you to leave.”
“I’ll leave if I get your number,” I propose. “And if you go on a date with me.”
“Well in that case, you’ll be sitting here for a while.”
She briskly stood up, and I grabbed her hand unwilling to allow her to leave. She turns to look at me causing me to swallow nervously. I was getting mesmerized by her eyes which were looking at me like I had committed a crime.
“Can I just give you my number?” I ask desperately.
She rolls her eyes, but gestures for me to continue, and I hastily grab a pen and write my number on a piece of paper. I hand to her watching in disbelief as she storms off into the kitchen. It only takes me a few seconds to grab my items and bolt out of the restaurant.
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Locking my apartment door behind me, I stumble into the living room dropping onto the sofa. My friend, Louis, looks at me for a second then returns his attention to Football. We sit in silence before I hear my cell phone buzz.
I pull out my phone frowning when I don’t recognize the number. Deciding that if it was a bill collector I could always hang up, I hesitantly answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“Oh, hey,” the waitresses voice floats over to me. “This is Harry, right?’
“Yes!” I shout. Louis glares at me, and I force myself to remain quiet.
“Oh,” you laugh. “I didn’t think I’d call you… It’s (Y/N) from the diner; I decided to take you up on your offer for a date.”
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Harry Styles Imagines (Book 2)
FanfictionIf you love Harry Styles then you will love these Imagines. This is my second book for Imagines. So go and read my first book before you read this one :) ENJOY!!!!!!