HS Imagines.

Fireman Styles.

Just imagine Harry as a hot, muscly fireman coming to your rescue? Lord

I wandered through the not very busy aisles of the small convenience store, my basket gripped tightly in my hand as I hunted for something to settle my sweet tooth. It was getting late and I had planned out a quiet, chocolate filled movie night for myself for absolutely no reason whatsoever. I just felt like I deserved a little reward for I had been working hard at Uni lately. Well, to be honest-- I always felt like I deserved a reward, but still.

Humming the sponge bob theme tune under my breath I stopped at the confectionary aisle which was filled with things that made my mouth simply water. Now, the tough part, since it wasn't feasible to take everything I had to choose one thing to buy. The hardest part of shopping for sweets really.

Stopping in front of a shelf that reached way above my head I realised that the large share bag of peanut M&Ms sat idly at the top, it's bright yellow packaging calling out to me as I sighed in satisfaction. Reaching up to grab it I was left disappointed at the fact that my fingertips barely just brushed against the bottom of the shelf, even on my very tippy toes. This was going to be difficult. I huffed setting down my basket as I tried again, small grunts escaping my lips as I stretched my arms however my small stature was proving to be a complete roadblock in my plans. I slumped in disappointment however I yelped whirling around as a firm chest suddenly pressed lightly against my back, a hand reaching up over my head as I caught a waft of something very manly and amazing.

The man easily grabbed the M&Ms and handed them to me silently, as I gripped the bag between my fingers, my train of thought lost due to the attractiveness of the unknown male who had helped me.

He had long curly hair, well, more like wavy, but. It flowed past his shoulders slightly, the style surprisingly suiting him really well. He had a sharp jawline and light green eyes which were presently staring at me intensely. His basket filled with shopping obviously being no difficulty for his large biceps to haul.

"Oh. . T-thank you," I breathed awkwardly and slightly in awe of the man. He stepped back, his eyes softening from the closed off vibe as he smiled a small smile.

"It's quite alright, Doll." He said, his lip lifting into a bigger smile before it dropped slightly, him turning on his back and walking away silently as I watched in awe of his back muscles ripple through his tight shirt suddenly regretting my choice of deciding to wear my most oldest and largest sweater which encased me whole, and piling my hair probably unattractively on the top of my head.

Damn.

Shaking out of my trance I sighed dreamily, his mysterious yet intense vibe adding to the whole attractiveness. There was something so ruggedly handsome about him-- it was pretty clear he was no clean cut goody-goody, with the amount of swirling black ink trailing up his large arms, and the few swirls that peeked out from the top of his shirt but for some reason instead of that warding me away it had me drawn to him.

Oh well, it's not like I was ever going to see him again.

*

I yawned setting my laptop off to the side as I sniffled, wiping away any remaining tears that had dripped out whilst watching Inside Out. So, I was a little late in watching it but I had never gotten around to going to the cinema to see it and then I just kind of. . Didn't bother, but today I felt like watching something light hearted.

However, of course being the over sensitive person I am, I cried (sobbed) when Riley's imaginary friend Bing Bong faded away. I sighed heavily picking up the nearly empty bag of M&Ms and stashing them away in the cupboard before I checked the doors and windows of my flat before I headed to bed. I was so tired.