Harry Imagines

NYC

Note: This is a two scenario imagine.

#1

Imagine running into someone on the street. You apologize and turn around without looking to see who it is. You hear a raspy voice mumble sorry as you begin to walk away.

You make your way to the corner of the street, about to cross the road as you hear a bunch of girls screaming so you instantly turn around to see what all the commotion is for. The street is vacant besides a mob of girls and one curly haired boy, the same one you bumped into, Harry.

It's too late he's already making his way across the opposite street and there is no way.

No way to make your way back to him. You missed your chance to meet him. You forget where you were even heading to in the first place and turn around. Heading back home because you just missed your only chance.

Your only chance you would ever get to meet Harry Styles.

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#2

Imagine making your way out of your apartment in upper Manhattan just to realize its pouring outside. You're already going to be late as it is so you decide not to risk going back. You take off into a steady jog.

You make your way around the first corner and feel a body slam into yours, nearly knocking you off your feet with the impact.

"As if this day couldn't get any worse," you say under your breath as you look up to the dark curly haired figure standing infront of you. He wore an apologetic smile while moving his umbrella down to his side.

"Sorry," he mumbled as his green eyes locked onto yours. The way he looked at you instantly took away any hostility you may have had prior, your cheeks blushing hoping he hadn't heard your rude remark.

"No, it was my fault really...I wasn't looking it was really careless of me. Sorry," you admitted as his eyes fell to your thin drenched sweater and sheer leggings. Oh great, you thought...of all things I have to look like shit when I run into a cute guy.

Completely embarrassed by your appearance and wet tangled curls you start to head down the street.

"Wait!" He shouted after you had barely taken two steps in the opposite direction. You twist back around to see he is now holding out his umbrella towards you, "There's room for two under here," he spoke in a charming British accent.

"I don't want to intrude..." you say timidly to which he then gives you a questioning glance. So you decide to try a different approach, "I don't walk with strangers," you say playfully with a grin forming.

"I'm Harry," he spoke slowly, enunciating each syllable as a pair of dimples formed in the crevice of his cheeks.

"And you are?" he asked while once again looking down into your eyes with curiosity.

"(y/n)" you respond while taking a step towards him, your knee high boots clicking in the puddled water.

"See not strangers anymore. C'mon lets go." Harry said, wrapping his hand around your shoulder so you were now entirely covered by the umbrella he held. Encompassed in his grip and presence you took off into the rain, facing the storm together.

Who knew on a Tuesday morning when you were running late for a job interview...that you would meet someone who could make you forget all about your worries and for that short fragment of time made you feel okay again.