Hailee Steinfeld Imagines

Coffee Shop

AN: Y/N just casually doing her normal routine, but bumps into a stranger.
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Y/N's POV:

The cold air hitting me, that's New York for you, at least in the winter. As I'm walking to the usual coffee shop I go to, I notice a couple paparazzi "Hm?" I wonder.
I choose to ignore it, walking into the coffee shop.
"Hey, Y/N! Do you want the usual?" Dan, the barista, asks. I nod at his question, walking over to an empty table.

Waiting for my order, I place my bag and coat down, wrapping my coat around my chair. I take my small notepad out, trying to write some lyrics.
Minutes go by, a bell dings. "Order for Y/N!" Dan says. As I walk up to get my order, I bump into somebody, making their coffee smear all over their shirt. "I'm so sorry!" I quickly apologize.
The person chuckles lightly. "It's okay, don't worry about it. I hate this shirt anyway." She says.

She looked familiar, like I've seen her before. Strange. At this point, I think my order has gotten cold. As I grab my order, she gestures me to sit with her. I walk back to her table.

I smile softly at her. "You know, I was not expecting to pour someone's coffee all over themselves." I say, chuckling lightly, then we lock eyes. "You look familiar, do I know you?" I ask.

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Hailee's POV:

Shit. A million thoughts scramble around my mind. Screw it. "I'm Hailee Steinfeld." I say. She looks at me wide-eyed. Chuckling, I say, "Wasn't expecting that, were you?" She looks so star struck, it's adorable. She speaks up. "W-Well, my name's Y/N. Y/N L/N. I definitely was not expecting this at all." I smile softly at her, looking at her eyes.

Those Y/E/C eyes that I could stare at forever. The clothes that perfectly fit her  slightly toned body. She looks beautiful.

"You're staring, Hailee. Cat got your tongue?" She speaks up, taking me out of my trance.
"W-What are you talking about?" I stutter out. She sits up, tilting my head up with her thumb, making me look up at her. "Don't lie to me, Steinfeld. Now tell me, what's in that pretty little head of yours?" She says, making me a blushing mess.

As I'm about to speak, my phone rings. Sighs. "I'm sorry, I gotta take this." I get up, walking outside. "Hello?" I answer. A couple minutes later, I go back into the coffee shop.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, I'm gonna have to leave. My annoying ass boss needs me at the studio." I look down. "I'll make it up to you, I'm sorry."

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Y/N's POV:

Damn it. My stupid attachment issues are kicking in. I don't want her to go. As Hailee walks out of the coffee shop, I call out to her. "Hailee, wait!" She turns back. Paparazzi snapping photos. Hailee looks at me, walking towards me, confused. "Can I have your phone real quick?" Hailee hesitantly hands me her phone after she unlocks it. I put my number in. "There you go, can't get rid of me that easy." I say, smiling softly.

"Thank you." She says, blushing slightly. I nod, seeing her walk off as paparazzi tries to get closer to her, but the security prevents them from getting closer. I see Hailee step into the black sedan, I wave at her. She smiles softly. She shuts the door, as she drives off.

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Hours. Minutes. What even feels like years, I finally feel my phone vibrate. I look at my phone.
Seeing a message from an unknown number.

"Miss me yet?"

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AN:
And that's a wrap for the first wattpad story I've ever written.