One Direction Imagines

Jammed (Harry)

"What floor?" A curly haired man asked me as I stepped I to the elevator.

"12," I responded and took my place in the back corner, as far away from the man as I could. He wasn't scary per say but there was definitely something... Different about his presence in the small enclosure.

The man nodded and pushed in a button in the wall, the metal doors closed and the elevator began to ascend up to the 12th floor where I was meeting an old friend. The elevator groaned and began to creak, making my stomach jump into my throat.

"Urmm.. I wonder what that was," he mumbled in a raspy voice.

"We stopped moving," I said. Barely above a whisper. The lights began to flicker overhead and I began to shake profusely. The man pounded on the emergency button with his fist and I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing.

He cleared his throat and the next sentence to fall out of his mouth made my blood run cold. "The button's jammed."

"Wh- What do you mean it's jammed?!"

"It's jammed love, I can't push it."

"We're gonna die here," I whispered. Curly chuckled.

"You're not gonna die," he said taking two long strides across the small floor and ending up next to me. My breath hitched as his dazzling hazel eyes passed over me, a small smile playing in the corner of his pink lips.

"Why don't we just call for help?" I asked, my voice shaking as I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone.

"No reception?!" I exclaimed staring at the screen. Curly peered over my shoulder, "Well would ya look at that." I glared at him.

"Don't," I warned him curtly.

"If we're gonna be stuck here for a while we may as well get to know each other." He said to me, taking a small step back out of my personal space. "I'm Harry," he said offering me his hand to shake.

"Chloe," I choked out taking his much larger hand with mine as he gave it a firm shake.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he replied smiling down on me, his gorgeous eyes watching for my reaction. I rolled my eyes, seeing right through his flirtatious tricks.

"How many times have you used that one?" I asked stomping my way to the other side of the elevator. He chucked deeply.

"You'd be the first actually love."

"Don't call me that," I said though clenched teeth.

"Who knows? Maybe this can become something great." Cur- Harry smiled slipping a scrap of paper into the pocket of my jacket just as the elevator dinged and he strode out the now working door behind me.

I took out the paper and held it in my palm as I scanned over the loopy writing.

'Harry Styles

555-666-0934'

The whole sense I knew had only taken about 5 minutes but had seemed to stretch for hours longer. Sticking the paper back into my pocket I waited a few more seconds for the bell to dong as the elevator finally reached floor 12. My friend greeted me with open arms as soon as I stepped out of the retractable doors.

"Hello Chlo! I hope you didn't have any trouble on your way here."

I smiled thinly, my fingers gingerly rubbing the scrap in my pocket. "Nope, no trouble at all."