✤ Harry Styles Imagines ✤

20 Seconds

20 Seconds

(A/N: I reccomend you play the song beside the story here, to add a bit more mood into the imagine. Helps a lot!)

Harry's POV:

     I looked out the window silently as I watched the snow slowly fall down on London. Sitting alone in a coffee shop wasn't really my thing, but I just wanted to take a break from the lights and cameras. I wanted to be alone for a while. The night seemed to be a bit stormy, but I felt the warmth of the shop made me relax. The night seemed so silent yet full of life in here. I could feel the welcoming atmosphere around me. The people chatting, families laughing and playing. I finally felt relaxed.

    All of a sudden, the door opens, letting in some of the snow and wind. I quickly looked up and saw a sight that kept my eyes glued on. A girl comes in, with her clothes full of snow. Her hair was tied into a neat ponytail, but a few spots of snow clung onto some strands. Her skin was pale, obviously showing minor symptoms of hypothermia. She rubbed her hands to get heat while she shivered gently. Her cheeks and her nose were flushing in a bright shade of pink.

   And for a moment, I felt something warm inside me. My heart started to pound fastly, my head started to spin widly. I felt so light, as if I was about to float. I saw an angel, a work of art. Something that kept me from looking at anything else. I fell in love. The sight of her being hit me so hard. I wanted to get up and talk to her, but the fear of rejection came out of nowhere and kept me sitting on the chair.

"O-one cup of b-black coffee please. Blended, and h-hot." she shivered.

   The sound of her voice was like a beautiful melody, so sweet and welcoming to my ears. I then found myself staring at her. I felt myself blushing at the sound of her sweet voice. She didn't turn her attention to anyone yet, she just kept her eyes glued on the coffee being made. She looked really desperate to drink the coffee and make her feel warm.

   The clerk comes back with a cup of coffee on her hands, and with a warm smile on her face. She mutters thank you with her pink and frail lips and heads to the nearest empty table. She sits down quietly while blowing onto her coffee. She then drinks it, and closes her eyes in satisfaction. She sighed in relief the moment she stopped drinking. She then opens her eyes, and looks around the shop. And for a moment, her eyes caught mine.

   Her gaze was soft, so suttle and sweet. Her eyes were glimmering in such a beautiful way. I blinked a couple of times before realizing that a small smile formed on her lips. I smiled widely, and waved my hand. She then turns her attention back to the coffee, with her smile never escaping her lips.

   I just spent the next few minutes glancing at her as she sips on her coffee from time to time, and glances at me as well. She quickly looks away and smiles as she blushes. I thought for a moment, if I should go to her and talk to her. But I seemed to be glued to my seat. As if something held me back, and I just didn't know why.

"Do it! Do it now Styles, you've done this before!" I muttered to myself.

   20 seconds. 20 seconds of insane bravery is all I needed. I glanced at my watch, 18 seconds. Just 18 seconds.

   I then gathered up all my guts as I stood up slowly. I slowly made my way towards her table, as many thoughts came flooding in my mind. I thought of all the things I could say to her. I wondered how it felt to touch her hands, to hold it tightly and to kiss it gently. And I wondered about so many things about her, that it gave me more motivation to talk to her. Simple starts can have big futures ahead. One thing kept me from stopping and turning back to my chair. One thing that kept my feet moving.

Love. Pure love.

   I finally reached beside her table as she sat there, looking at her coffee silently. She knew I was there, but she seemed to have been waiting for me to speak up. I stared at the perfection sitting infront of me, as I opened my mouth with nothing coming out. I mean, I know I'm famous, but what if she didn't know who I am? Why would she talk to a stranger like me?

  And that was what I wanted to figure out so badly the moment I laid my eyes on her.

"Excuse me miss..." I started.

   She blinks and slowly lifts her head towards me. Her eyes lit up at the sight of my face. She then smiles warmly, and raises her eyebrows, waiting for me to continue.

"....why would a woman like you talk to a man like me?" 

She smiles even wider, and finally speaks.

"...why not?"

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Hello again! :D

I know the last part sounds familiar. It's from "We Bought A Zoo" the movie. I just had to put it there because it's so sweet and it really touched my heart!

Anyways, this was a short one bc I'm running low on ideas. Any suggestions? Oh I know! Each time someone suggest, I will make an imagine dedicated to that person. Sound good?

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Mwah!

-Rose