Harry Styles Imagines || no. 2

8| Attending a wedding

I clapped my hands for my friend as she kisses her new husband. I was invited by my friend to come to her wedding and I agreed.

I sat down at the round table, as the newlyweds danced in the middle of the room while drinking my champagne a handsome man suddenly sat down beside me.

"Congratulations to them." He tried to make a conversation with me. I looked at him and nodded my head.

"Yep, hey are you a friend of theirs?" I asked, watching him drink from his glass.
"Close friends with the groom." He smiled, I was captivated by his gorgeous smile.

I shook my head, laughing a bit.

"I forgot, I'm Y/N by the way," I spoke,
"Lovely name, I'm Harry." He replied.

I tapped my foot on the ground lightly,  listening to the music.

"So what do you do in life?" I questioned, staring at his green eyes.
"You don't know me?" He furrowed his eyebrows, baffled. I chuckled lightly.

I moved a hair stand from my face so that it doesn't block my view.

"Do I need to know you?" I lift an eyebrow. He pursed his lip and sighed.
"No, I sing for a living." He responded, I nod,
"That's nice, good for you," I stated.

I was about to ask another question when I got interrupted by someone calling me.

"Well, I gotta go, thanks for talking to me Harry," I raised my glass towards him also I finished the drink.
"You too.." He grinned, watching me walk away.