The Wanted Imagines

Nathan Imagine

Nathan Imagine: You see something move out of the corner of your eye. You look quickly and notice no ones there. You shrug it off and continue walking. You walk around the corner and stop. You swear you can feel someone following you. Someone comes around the corner jumping when they see you. "Are you stalking me?" You ask looking at a young handsome man. "Um no, I mean yes, I mean no!" He stutters nervously. "Yes, or no?" You ask crossing your arms and leaning on your one hip. "Yes, but not in a creepy way I swear, I wouldn't hurt you!" He fumbled over his words and you watched his face slowly become red. "It's ok" you laugh cutting him off. "Why are you following me, if you don't mind me asking?" You raised your eyebrows with a cheeky smile. "Um, we'll I wanted to ask you for your number or something but the I got nervous so I was trying to think of a way and I kind a ended up following you" he tucked his hands in his pocket raising his one eyebrow. "Oh really" you smile. "Yeah, I know it's weird" he rubbed the back of his neck. "No, it's kind a cute" you chuckle at him. "Really?" He asks getting a smirk in the corner of his lips. "Yeah, here" you write your number on a piece of paper and hand it to him. "Text me" you smile and hand him the paper. "Definitely! I mean cool, yeah" he looked extremely achieved. "What's your name by the way?" You ask stopping him before he walked away. "Um Nathan" he smiled and continued to walk away. You repeat his name and can't help but smile as you walk up your front steps.