Brooklyn Beckham Imagines

the record shop

                    "Ahhh, good morning y/n! Back again are you?" Crystal, the record shop cashier said as I walked in for the third time this week. I smiled politely and brushed the snow off my black leather jacket. "Yeah, I wanted to look for The 1975 album record one more time before ordering online," I said scratching the back of my neck. Crystal was my mom's friend, so I would rather buy something off her in her store than online, to help her out ya know? "Aww how sweet, y/n! Well make yourself at home, I'll be in the back checking to see if your 1975 vinyl is there," She said walking in the back room. I took off my jacket and hung it on the coatrack. 

                    "I found it!" I yell as Crystal comes running. I bring it to my chest and spin around. "Oh good, I knew I had it somewhere," Crystal said leaning on the counter. I smiled at her and sat down on one of the couches. "Aaaare you gonna pay for it?" Crystal asked smirking. "Let me just admire it first." I said.

                      "Um excuse me, is that the 1975?" I heard someone ask. I looked up and I came face to face with a pair of brown eyes. "Uh yeah," I said handing it to him. "Aww man I love this band, I've been looking for this vinyl forever! Thanks for finding it!" He said walking over to the cashier. I snapped out of my drooling over how adorable this dude is phase and grabbed his shoulder. "WOAH EXCUSE ME SIR but I found this first!" I said trying to grab the record out of his hands. "So? I've probably searched harder than you have!" He said tugging on the vinyl. I looked towards Crystal silently asking for her help. "Wellllllll you could always share it? I could split the price using cards," She said flipping through her Alternative magazine. Cool Crystal, thanks for your help.

                      "So I get the vinyl every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and you get it every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. And we will alternate getting the record on Monday every week, got it?" The boy said walking out of the store. I put on my jacket and said, "I still don't get how I managed to agree to this plan." "It's cause of my good looks and charm," The brown-eyed boy brushed his hand through his hair and winks. "Nah I don't think thats it," I said crossing my arms. He immediately went to puppy dog eyes. "Whaaaaaaat? You don't think I'm cute...um..." "Y/N," I said finishing his sentence. He stuck out his hand. 

                    "I'm Brookyn. Brooklyn Beckham."