(Y/F/N) = Your friends name
(Y/N) = Your name
"Hey! Can I get a small double chocolate chip please." You asked politely. You handed the cashier your money and sat at a table patiently waiting for your order. What a better way. To start off the day than with a Starbucks coffee? You smiled at the sound of your name, meaning you order was ready. You grabbed your coffee, gave a small thanks to the worker, and headed out. Today was going to be a good day. No school, no work. Just walking around in the big city of London. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket, indicating you got a text. You looked down and (Y/F/N) name flashed across the screen. Before you could read her text, someone ran into you with full force, causing you to drop your coffee. "What the! Watch where you're-" the stranger grabbed your wrist dragging you along with him before you could finish you're sentence. You turned around and saw a huge mob of girls chasing the both of you. He was running at full speed when he turned the corner and finally stopped when reaching a small ally. You heard a group of screams slowly fade away, signaling that the mob had passed you two. You tried to see the strangers face, but he was bent over, hands on knees, panting, desperately trying to catch his breath. After a while, he regained his breath and looked at you. You instantly recognized his flawless face. Harry Styles. It all made sense now. The mob, the chasing, the running, and the hiding. "Umm. .hi." You said, trying your best not to freak out. "Hi." He said smiling, appreciating the fact you did not fangirl in front of him. "I'm (Y/N)." You said. "Harry." He said shaking your hand. "I'm sorry for making you spill you're coffee." He apologized. "Oh. It's no big deal, I'll just get another one." You replied. "Mind if I joined you?" He asked, smiling. "Not at all." You grinned. You both walked back to
Wards Starbucks and ordered your drinks. You ended up spending the whole day learning about each other. You asked questions ranging from how it was like to be famous to what his most embarrassing experience was. He asked you random questions like what your favourite colour was and if you liked cats. By the end of the da, you both had a full biography of each other.
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One Direction Imagines And Preferences
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