Jarvis Cocker x male reader

JARV IS

   Jarvis was the type of guy to not let people get to his head, well, at least that's what the tabloids said, but then again who really believes tabloids anymore? In reality, he would get a bit more flushed than he cared to admit if anyone decided to even jokingly have a flirt with him.

Jarvis' POV:
I was just done recording for the day and was walking home when I bumped into this lad, about 5'9 and had really good hair, if i'm honest. "Aw shite sorry!" He exclaimed. "Oh? Yer alright! I wasn't looking where I was going anyway." i responded. Fuck me- he's alright isn't he?

Y/N POV:
I look down for one minute and i manage to walk straight into God himself.
Fuck.
What do I do?
Uhm..
"Aw shite sorry!"
The default, of course.
What else?
He seemed that he didn't really mind, in all honesty. God he's good-looking isn't he?

We help each other up and get on our way.

{Time skip to when he gets home}

Aaa soon as I get home I head for the shower, I felt I had to wipe the dirt and grime off of me after a long day, especially considering I live in central fucking London.

I peel my jacket from my arms, intending to leave it on the door or something, when a piece of paper fell out. I pick it up only to see that it had a phone number on, with the name 'Jarvis' above it.

That sly fucker..