Harry Styles Imagines Book 2

Love You To Love You Babe

You were sitting at the bar at your favorite hotel, Corinthia London, the first place that you had a date with your then boyfriend. You can’t help but think back to those times that you first started dating, the butterflies in your stomach when you’d receive a text from him, the late night phone calls, the random bouquet of flowers that would show up at your door just because. He was a sucker for romance. You have a list of reasons why you love him but his ability to find a new way to sweep you off your feet was up there. Tonight, it was your turn.

You watched your phone light up with a message just as the bartender places your drink on the napkin in front of you.

Sorry, I’m running late x

You smile at the text, shaking your head before taking the first sip of your drink. You feel good, excited for the night ahead of you. You spent extra time getting ready, wearing one of his custom button down shirts with his name embroidered on the top right corner, it hight right in the middle of your thighs and you had a black blazer over top to keep you warm.

A few moments later, you heard the door of the restaurant open again turning your head towards the direction of the person walking through the door. He was wearing tan corduroy flares, a white and maroon striped top with a green jacket on-top with different plants embroidered on it. You watched him as he ran his hands through his hair after saying a small, thank you to the hostess and making his way over to the bar you were standing at. You can still feel those butterflies at the pit of your stomach. The man takes a seat a few stools down from you. You watch him out of the corner of your eye as he orders his drink, calling the bartender back as he begins walking away from him.

Before you know it, the bartender is walking over to you with a drink in his hand. He places it under the napkin that is already in front of you, “He asked me to give this to you.” He looks over and your eyes follow his towards the guy that walked into the bar a few minutes earlier. He’s leaning over the bar this time, flashing you a peace sign before signaling you for coming over.

You make your way over to him, hesitating before taking a seat, “Is this your thing?” You ask.

“My thing?” He responds with a chuckle, “just saw a pretty girl alone at the bar on Valentine’s Day, just thought you could use some cheering up is all.” A smirk is plastered on his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You take the seat next to him, “and what’s a handsome guy like you doing alone on Valentine’s Day?” You take a sip of your drink waiting for him to say something.

“Afraid, I got stood up.”

“Oh, really?” You raise a brow waiting for him to continue.

“It sucks, had this entire night planned for her, we were going to have dinner here and then I was going to take her back home to show her all the different ways I love her.”

“Sounds like she had quite the night ahead of her.”

“What about you? What did you have planned?” He asked, raising a brow in curiosity.

“Well, he also loves this place, and was going to let him order whatever he wanted. I even wore this shirt,” You look down at the silk top that is on your body, “because I know it drives him mad.”

You watch him shift in his seat, leaning forward before introducing himself, “I’m Harry,” he reaches his hand forward.

You repeat his name, “Harry?” You begin to smile trying your hardest to keep your laughter in.

Harry leans in further and you do the same, moving your head to the side so he can whisper something in your ear, “the game doesn’t work if you start laughing,” he leans back with the most self-satisfied smile on his face.