Dedicated to: onedirectionmememe
FAYLA'S POV
I walked into the cute little coffee-shop that's across my apartment building. I love coming here and sitting in the comfy beanbag chairs in the back. I was one of the regular costumers so even the workers knew me by name.
When I walked back to my usual spot, there was someone in MY beanbag chair. I walked a little closer to get a look and it was a guy with a mop of curly hair. He seemed to be asleep.
I tapped the tip of my foot to his and he jerked awake. "Woops sorry!" I yelped when he looked alarmed that someone dare wake him up.
"Its okay really." He shot me an award winning smile and I felt every molecule within me melt.
"Uhh... this is my beanbag" I said sounding like a bish but I was determined to mark my territory.
"Sorry. I didn't know. I just came to visit my aunt."
"Lindy is your aunt?" I asked. The young and hip owner of my coffee-shop had a good looking nephew and I had no clue.
"Sure is." He replied winking at me.
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IM5 Imagines *Completed*
Fanficthese are basically short stories. They are imagines. If you want I can make one for you and your favorite IM5 member. Just give me your name a theme and the special boy in the group. i hope you enjoy! All Rights Reserved © 2012-2014 danasprincess
