One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Prefrence #119 "My date" One Shot!*

I opened the door slowly, and stepped into the small town bar, closing the door behind me as I walked forwards, shutting out the cold and the snow outside. I shook a few snowflakes off my shoulders, and adjusted the tie on my suit. I made my way to the bar. I took a seat there, and ordered a shot of whiskey. I was still cold, hoping the alcohol would warm me. I looked around, accepting what I saw wherever my gaze turned. It was a small place, a few dirty wooden tables scattered and old movie posters lining the walls. I pressed my lips together. My body shuddered a little.

“Should’ve worn a scarf,” a voice spoke, its wise tone reaching me. I turned to the speaker, an elderly man two seats down. He looked at me knowingly.

“Probably right,” I spoke up with a tight smile, clearing my throat. The bartender handed me the drink. I thanked him. I took one sip, and swallowed hard. The liquor ran through me, awakening my limbs.

“You got a big date tonight, or something?” The old man enquired. He was turned to me, one elbow leaning on the bar. His gaze was narrowed; a wrinkled forehead creased and wide lips questioning as he stared at my outfit.

“Or something,” I nodded to him, drink in my hand.

“Meeting a girl, eh?” He smiled, his face softening as he did. I couldn’t help but smile in reply, “Uh, yeah. Yes, sir.”

“Sir?” He laughed out loud. “You don’t need to worry about that old respect crap with me, son. Come here, take a seat. You can call me Ted.” He grinned again, the lines in his cheeks deepening finely as he waved a hand and motioned me over. I took the seat next to him, putting my drink down in front of me.

“What’s your name, son?”

“Harry,” I stated, “Harry Styles.”

“Eh?” Ted’s grey, sunken eyes widened but he didn’t push it further, mention the band or ask what I was doing in his town. “So tell me about this girl of yours then?” was all he asked.

I smiled to myself. I never knew quite how to describe her, what word to use first, what would be enough to capture her entirely.

“She’s um… well, her name is (Y/N). And she’s beautiful,” I looked Ted in the eyes, “I mean, not in the way that she has a pretty face or her features are right, but in the way that when she smiles, you can’t look away. She locks you right then and there, and keeps you with her eyes. You want to know everything about her, what she likes, what she doesn’t like, her favourite band, her favourite colour, where she wants to be in five years time, all from that one smile. It’s absolutely mesmerizing.” Ted nodded as if he understood. I continued, “but that’s just the tip of the iceberg. She has such a kind heart. I don’t think she’s lived one day of her life without being loyal and supportive, and caring and willing to do anything for the people she loves. She’s smart, and a real go-getter. You know what I mean? She doesn’t just want to settle in life, she’s always setting herself goals, and she achieves them, you know. She can do anything she wants to. She has the potential and the talent. She can go anywhere she wants to go.” I almost laughed as I kept talking, the words tumbling out of me, “and her kiss. Ted, there is nothing like it. Her lips are so soft, and every moment you’re with her, you just want to hold her in your arms and never let her go. You just want to kiss her every second, and tell her how beautiful she is every day. We can be doing anything, painting a room, watching a movie, it doesn’t really matter. We’ll laugh and have fun, no matter what. Because she’s just like that. She’s just amazing.”

Ted smiled at me, looking like he was reading me, hearing everything I didn’t say over everything that I did.

“Sounds like you really love her, Harry,” he spoke, his voice weary but alive. I nodded.