The Vamps Imagines

James

You popped your earphones into your ear, Lovestruck playing, taking over your brain. You picked up your latte and flipped the page of your book over.

You came to Starbucks every other day and today was a warm summer morning. You were one of the only people in the small coffeehouse when you heard the small ring of the bell above the door. You watched as a male figure strode in, his black hoodie pulled over his hair, a small blondy brown quiff slightly visible. You itched in your seat, uncomfortable at the sight of the man.

Your eyes trailed after him and you saw him hand a green £5 note over to the barista and she handed him a small cardboard cup in return for the money. He sat down a few tables over from you and you wanted him to take his hood down, to catch a glimpse of his face. As if on cue, he tugged on his saggy hood and his tanned face was revealed. His jawline was carved out as if by God and his cheekbones were placed perfectly on his face. After a while you noticed you had been staring for a long time. Long enough. You glanced back to your book and picked your latte up, pretending to be zoned out from the real world. You knew him from somewhere. He looked too familia to be a stranger.

A few moments passed and you glanced back up, he was drinking his coffee and flipping a news paper over. He looked up at you and instead of looking away like any other normal person would, you stared back, into the eyes of non other than James Mcvey