Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

50 First Dates (A.I)

* Y/N stands for your name *

I step out of the taxi and pay the driver.

Ashton tried to make me agree to letting him drive us both to the restaurant but I insisted on making my own way there.

Mainly because I didn't want to hold him up whilst I got ready and because I'd have a chance to prepare myself for the night ahead during the car ride.

I still couldn't believe he'd finally asked me out after all this time.

I never for a second thought he even thought of me like that, but apparently he did.

I was a bundle of nerves, my stomach churning and the butterflies taking flight.

I take a deep breath and breeze into the restaurant leaving all my fears and worries at the door.

I can't have myself getting all worked up, not on our first date.

I mean, of course first dates are always the most nerve racking and are prone to disasters.

But I just wanted this to go perfectly, on my part anyway.

I knew that Ashton couldn't fail on this date, nothing he did would make me like him any less.

He'd be the perfect gentleman, probably pulling out my seat, letting me order first, letting me babble on about my interests and my  family.

He wouldn't even care if he didn't get a word in edgeways, he'd just smile, nod and listen.

God, he was just perfect and the fact I was so close to finally having him, I just couldn't help the big grin on my face.

I stepped inside and the warm breeze from the air conditioners was immense, warming me up instantly.

The man stood at the podium greeted me with a warm, kind smile.

"Hi, I'm meeting someone," I told him.

He nodded and glanced down at the book spread out on the podium top.

"Name?" he asked, scanning his eyes over the list in front of him.

"Irwin," I replied.

He smiled and nodded, his finger tapping the book.

"Ah yes, Mr Irwin is already seated. He's been here for quite a while actually," he explained.

"Oh," was all I could say.

He stepped away from the podium, grabbing a menu and backed up.

He began walking towards the tables and waved me along.

I fell into step behind him and felt my heart rate picking up.

He was here.

This was it.

My very first date with Ashton.

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We've been seated for about 20 minutes, meals have been ordered and the conversation is light but rather small.

I can tell, with just the way Ashton is moving that he's nervous.

I reach across the table, aiming to grab his hand and soothe him, but as my fingertips brush against his hand, he flinches and knocks over his glass of water.

It drips across the table top, creating a river that is flowing towards my seat.

I pull back but a pool of water creeps it way towards me and drips onto my dress.