Hunter Hayes Imagines

Coffee Converse

"And what's the name on that?"

"(Y/n)"

"Ok great that'll be $2.50."

I laid down my cash and waited at a table for my latte. I've always loved Star Bucks, but sometimes I feel like I'm addicted to it.

Five minutes later they called my name and handed me my drink. As I waited for it to cool I stared down at my new white converse, hopefully I don't scuff them. I quickly finished my coffee and walked over to the trash can to throw away the cup.

"Whoa!" before I could register who said that I was knocked to the ground sending my cup flying. At least it was empty...

I quickly sat up to see a blond haired guy on the floor next to me, a couple of other guys laughing at him.

"Matt! What was that for?!" he exclaimed in a Cajun accent... that was kinda cute. A burning sensation stung at my foot. I looked over to see the guys coffee had spilled and was soaking into my new converse! I gasped at stood up immediately.

"OH MY GOD I STAINED YOUR CONVERSE IM SO SORRY!!" the guy quickly picked up his cup and stood up too. I just stared down at my shoes not knowing what to say. These cost me so much! There was no way I could afford another pair.

"Are you ok?" I suddenly felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I looked at him and blinked a few times.

"Yeah, I-I'm ok." I grabbed my cup as well. "I better get going." I quickly left the shop ignoring him yelling in protest. Driving home, I wondered if I could get his stain out. I found out it was impossible when I tried to. Sighing I sat on my couch, not having anything better to do. My new shoes were ruined, and white converse are hard to get. What a horrible day.

After 2 hours of whatever show I was watching, someone rang my door bell. Like the lazy person I am, I slumped to the door opening it to find a light blue box with a bow to match on it. I looked around, but didn't see anyone. Carefully, I picked it up and brought inside. Setting it on my counter I found a tag.

To- (Y/n)

From- Hunter Hayes

Who the hell is Hunter? Maybe they dropped it off at the wrong house. Yet it says my name on it. I cautiously opened it. Parting away the tissue paper inside, I screamed.

Inside lay a brand new pair of white converse! But WHO THE HELL IS HUNTER HAYES?! This guy must have some status around here if he got white converse this fast. Rushing to my computer I Googled(because Google had the answer to everything right?) his name and found a bajillion results.

Pictures. Websites. Videos. Biographies. I spent the rest of my day learning about this guy, the one who I now know was the one who spilled coffee on my shoes. He was a country singer from Louisiana and was currently on tour. After becoming a full blown out stalker I grabbed my new shoes to look at them, when I saw a note at the very bottom with a phone number.

Text me. Maybe we can hang out sometime? And I'm still sorry.

Hunter

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HEY GUYS! This was really short sorry. PLEASE FOLLOW MY FRIEND AND READ HER STORIES!!!! @JustinBieber_Kidrauhl I MADE HER A COVER AND SHE LOVED IT AHHHH!!!! Ok I'm done now

Stay Cray

Lia