Harry Styles Imagines <3

Imagine #7

A/N SO SO SO Sorry that I haven't been updating lately. I have been busier than busy. But I hope you like this one. It won't be that long though.

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"Congratulations!" The man on the phone yells into your ear, "You won the chance to go to California and meet One Di-rection(How he pronounced it)! Please enter the number 1 to talk to a live person about when you can leave."

I scream, "Oh My God!!!! I just won that contest I entered last month!" My two best friends are jumping up and down with me. I push the number one with shaking hands, "Hello, is this Shayla Nicholas?" A man- wait that's Harry.

"Oh my gosh, breathe Shayla." I tell myself.

"Yes this is she, is this Harry Styles?" I grip my friends hands.

The man laughs, "Yes, this is Harry. Soooo.... You won the 2015 concert tickets. You and 2 other friends can go to California to meet me and the boys. And spend the day with us. I just have to ask you a few questions and we can get this show on the road."

"Hold on a minute, please Harry." I cover my face with a pillow and scream. "Oh my gosh I am speaking to Harry Fucking Styles. And.... And... He sounds amazing. Especially when he says my name. Oh and I won three tickets. So you guys could go too."

I grab my phone again, "Sorry I just wanted to tell my friends." I giggle, "So... What are those questions?" I take a deep breath while shaking, a lot.

"Alright so, how old are you, Shayla?" Harry giggles as he says that.

I blush, "Uh, 18." He said my name again!!

"Alright. Where do you girls live?" Harry asks, "Oh wait. Never mind, it says it right here. Iowa, right?"

I smile, "Yes, Iowa."

"Alright. What are your friend's names?" Harry asks in his amazingly cute voice.

I look at them and smile, "Jessica Clark, also 18 and Paige Massey, 19."

Harry laughs, "Alright. I like the name... Massey... Hmm different. Is she sassy?"

I laugh, "Haha a little bit. Anything else?"

"Uhh actually yes, what is your number, Shayla?" Harry asks, smiling, you can tell he is smiling.

I blush and squeal a little, "Uh.. It is 555-***-****. Is that for you or for the records?"

"Uh... The records." Harry clears his throat.

"Haha alright. Hold on a minute." I look at my phone to see what the noise was, Oh My No!! Harry just text me 'So my voice is cute? And you like it when I say your name?' He heard that!????