New Hope Club Personal Imagines ~ Requests Open!

George Smith (@HarrietBarlow)

[I'm finally done with this plz don't kill me 💕 It seems like a Tris fic at first but just wait for it xx]

"You look nice, Harriet." Brad commented as you walked paced the house, searching for your keys.

"I told her she had to look presentable tonight," Tristan smirked. "I'm playing wingman, and she might as well make my job a little easier." 

You stopped your search long enough to punch Tris in the arm, which he payed back with a laugh and a light shove. Being close with The Vamps meant you got to spend a lot of time with them while they were taking days off or just close to home in general. Through this relationship, the boys had become brothers to you...except for Tris.

You had fallen for him a while ago. You were casual with your flirting, even though you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips. Despite your attempts at subtlety, Tris caught on pretty quickly, and insisted that you just stay friends. 

He's been trying to hook you up with someone else ever since. 

"I can drive you guys out if you need a ride," Brad offered. "I'm sure James accidentally misplaced your keys when you guys got back from the guitar shop." 

"I'm sure they're around here somewhere," you mumbled, scanning the counter with your eyes for the fifth time. 

"Too bad," Tris replied. "I'm taking you to the club. There's someone there to meet you, and it wouldn't  be nice to keep him waiting." 

"You mean you actually know the guy?" You asked, shocked. Usually, Tristan picked his ideal stranger from a crowd and took his chances at playing wingman. Sometimes you got the guy's number, but the relationship never really blossomed. No matter how many times you told Tris that this wasn't going to work, he refused to relent. 

"Of course. He's a good friend of mine," Tristan smiled. "Well, of the whole band, really." 

By this time, Brad was headed to his car, keys jangling, with Tris on his heels. You chased after them and hastily closed the front door behind you. Hopefully Connor or James would lock it while you all were gone. 

"Tristan! You set me up on a blind date? At a club?" 

Tris spun on his heels, opening the door to the backseat for you. "Yes, Harriet, now will you please get in the car? You're gonna love him, trust me." 

The ride to the club seemed childish, since you were banished to the backseat while Brad and Tristan sang along to their favorite old rock songs on the radio. By the time you got there, Tris was smiling and ready to get you introduced to whoever his friend was. 

"Ready to have a party, Harriet?" He grinned.

"No."

Tris rolled his eyes. 

"I'm not even in a club mood," you mumbled, slouching in the backseat.

 Tris raised an eyebrow at you. "Why? Don't be such a buzzkill."

"It's not even dark out yet!" You exclaimed, which sent Brad into a fit of laughter. 

"It'll be dark when you get out." Tris was not even smiling. "This guy is an interesting one. You'll love his company."

"You said that about Mitchell. Mitchell was not fun." You stated bluntly. 

"Harriet."

"Why can't you just kiss me?" You whined. Brad laughed harder.

"Get out of the car," Tris tried to order you. 

"Kiss Brad, then I will," you grinned devilishly.