Halsey Imagines

Friday, I'm in Love

A/N: I've tried to publish this a hundred fucking times and each time it messes up so hopefully it doesn't copy and paste each paragraph under itself again. Anyway, apologies for errors as I suck at proofreading and it's a little slow, let me know what you think :)

WARNINGS: N/A

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#1 - ‘You see her every day in the same place (music department obvs) after school and one day she catches you listening to her singing and you start walking home together’ AU

It was 15:30. School is technically over for the day, except you have the weekly after school class for history to attend. On a Friday night, too. You were already falling asleep during your final period and now, with another hour to go, you were ready for death.

You trudge into the class with your bag hung over your shoulder and sit quietly at the back of the class. At least this teacher know’s what they’re doing, unlike half of them in your school. He begins rambling about the Weimar Republic as you scribble down some notes about Adolf Hitler and his hatred, with the remaining six people in the class doing the same.

After the longest hour of your life, you escape the classroom first and speed-walk towards the exit doors. They’re like a glistening ray of hope as you realise it’s almost 5pm and you’re not even out of school yet.

You catch a glisten of short blue hair coming out of the corridor to the left of you, and you again wonder how nothing has been done about the girl’s bold choice of hair colour. She pulls it off though- very well in fact. You’ve only ever seen her from behind, remembering her hair vividly. From the front though, it’s a whole different perspective. She was beautiful. You had to snap your head away so you wouldn’t be caught staring. Her eyes were a bright, amber colour and her cheeks were flushed with warmth. She was glowing with happiness.

You continue, going home and not thinking much else about the blue-haired beauty you’d just encountered. You probably won’t run into her again.

*following week*

Friday, again. This meant yet another lesson after school. This time you sit with your friend from history class, Patrick.

You and Patrick had been friends since you were a mere six years old. You’d hang out sometimes, and history was much more fun with him. He was almost as gay as you- just obviously swung the other way.

You walk with Patrick to the exit that day, surprised when you see the blue haired figure walk out in front of you both, her backpack slung over her shoulder. You don’t mention anything to Patrick and you continue walking, this time to hang out at Patrick’s place for the evening.

*

Over the next few weeks, the girl with blue hair leaves at the same time as you, and you see her every time. You want to put a name to their bold choice of hair colour and stunningly beautiful features, but you’re shy and intimidated by the smallest of things. You bail yet again, and go home.

*

You still see her every Friday, but you’ve never spoken to her. You leave a little early from class one afternoon a few weeks later, happy you’re going home earlier but disappointed that you won’t see a certain hazel-eyed beauty.

As you’re walking past the area of corridor that you usually see the blue-haired girl, you hear a light piano from a music room down the hall. You wonder straight away if it’s her.

Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you follow the corridor towards the sound and peek through the window of the of the room it’s coming from. You gasp lightly when your senses turn out to be true.