One Direction-Imagines

#15 Harry Imagine

#Imagine

FLASHBACK

Starbucks was absolutely crazy in the morning. Cursing under your breath, you tried to survive your Friday morning, constantly reminding yourself that the weekend was less than 9 hours away. Your order was taken, and you waited for your coffee just like the other 5 people standing near the counter. You adjusted your brand new shirt, then looked down at the rest of your carefully-planned-out outfit to make sure you looked your best. You had an interview today, and of course you wanted to look your best. 
"Thank you!" You smiled at the woman behind the counter as she handed you your coffee. Walking out of the cafe, a guy with curly hair ran into you, spilling all of his coffee on your new shirt. "Watch where you’re going! Oh no, my shirt!" Tears of frustration started coming down your cheeks, and the guy was mortified.
"I am so sorry! I wasn’t looking, a-and I just.. Can I do anything to help?" 
"I don’t think there’s anything you can do.. It’s okay.. I just have an interview today, and my new shirt is all stained.." Although you were really angry, you couldn’t help but to notice his beautiful eyes. He was pretty hot.. 
"Let me buy you another shirt." 
"N-no, I couldn’t possibly-"
"Please. C’mon, let’s go. You have an interview." You were shocked at how incredibly sweet he was.

"So.. What’s your name?" He at least tried to get to know you as you walked through the store.
"April. April Mae. What’s yours?" 
"I’m Harry." You nodded, unsure of what to say next, making it slightly awkward. "So where’s that blouse?" 
"It’s over there. Harry, you really don’t have to buy me another one. I can just grab a cheaper shirt over there." 
"No. I ruined it, I’m buying you another one. This one?" He held up a shirt that matched yours. You reluctantly nodded, and he carried it to the register as you followed. As the woman scanned the item and waited for the dated register to respond, she tapped her fingers and looked at you and Harry. 
"You two are so cute together!"
"Oh no.. We’re not dating." Harry said, and you blushed. "Yet." He mumbled under his breath.
"What?" 
"Nothing.." He winked at you, and you left the store.

END FLASHBACK

"And that is how I met mommy." Harry laid next to your three year old daughter. 
"You spilled coffee on mommy and then married her?"
"Well.. There was a little bit of time in between those two things." Your daughter Sarah looked at him in disapproval. "What? You don’t believe me?" She shook her head. "Well, it’s time for bed anyway. G’nite baby. I love you." He kissed her forehead and turned her light off, silently making his way to the door.

Harry walked back to the bedroom where you were getting ready to go to sleep. He walked towards the bed, not paying attention to where he was walking. He ran into the bed, hurting his foot.
"You still don’t pay attention to where you walk, huh?” You teased him as he climbed into bed.
"Well, that’s how you and Sarah came into my life, so it’s not really a bad thing if you ask me." He winked and gave you a kiss before heading to sleep.