Hardik Pandya Imagines✔

Last Friday Night 🌃

“He is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” I could hear one of my roommates say as they were crowded around our living room window. They were like a bunch of school girls peering out the window to see their crush. The three of them were nearly breaking their necks to peer past the curtains.

I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t curious to see who it was they were staring at so intently but I didn’t think my roommates had suitable taste. I mean, just thinking of the guys they brought over here made me cringe. They all seemed to look the same. Neat hair, specs and buttoned up shirts. They looked like mock cool guys and mock cool guys were not at all my type. I wouldn’t have been surprised if this new neighbor was completely unattractive.

I got up and tried to peer over their heads but it seemed I could barely see. All I could make out were the moving trucks and some older guys pulling things out of the truck. I was sure those weren’t the men they were referring to. My eyes then landed on the back of a slicked hair man. He looked to me from what I saw and from the back view he was actually attractive. Maybe. I didn’t have my glasses on so it was quite possible he was hideous.

“You all are obsessing over a guy who probably looks like any other guy around here.” I pulled away from the window and began to walk back over to my seat while they looked at me in dismay.

“He’s hot. Trust us on this.”

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A loud groan erupted from my mouth as I stirred under my bed sheets. My eyes immediately went over to the alarm clock by my bedside.

1:26 a.m.

“Ugh,” I said aloud to myself. I ran a hand across my face to try and possibly wake myself up. Not like I needed much help. The bass of the music playing from next door was enough to wake me up in the first place.

The music had been playing in my lucid dream for hours now and no matter how much I tried to fight the volume interrupting my sleep, I couldn’t. I was fed up. I grabbed for my glasses on the nightstand and slipped them on.

I tugged on the Mumbai Indians t-shirt I was wearing and the pajama shorts I had worn to sleep. I had no energy to change into anything else. All I wanted to do was stop this loud ass music that was standing in the way of me getting a good night’s sleep.

I slipped into a pair of slippers and made the journey downstairs and out of our home to head to the home next to ours. The closer I got the louder the music pounded and I couldn’t begin to understand why none of my other neighbors hadn’t bothered to complain. Then again, I wouldn’t have been surprised if they ended up just joining the party instead.

I wasn’t much of a party girl. I didn’t want to join.

I wanted to sleep.

I knocked loudly on the door and rang the doorbell just to make sure I was heard. It probably wasn’t the best idea for me to be dressed in the thin clothing I was as the night chill was a bit stronger than I had anticipated. I just crossed my arms over my chest and waited impatiently on the porch.

A few minutes later, the door opened to reveal the last person I expected to see.

“Uh…hello.” Rohit Sharma gave me a confused once over before pointing at my clothing. “I’m not too sure you’re dressed for the party.”

I nearly stuttered out a response, still stuck on the fact he was the person standing right in front of me. He bought me more time by adding, “Nice shirt though.” I looked down to remember the Mumbai tee I was in. It was my favorite shirt to sleep in even though it was my brother’s. Just another one of his things he left behind when he left me to go abroad for studies .