One Direction Imagines

Menu (Harry)

No. No no no no no.

No way in hell I was doing this.

But it was too late now no matter how much the sane side of my mind screamed to just simply get up and leave.

A blind date.

This has to be the lowest point of my life. I didn't know anything about the guy except for the fact that he would be at Carlito's (my favorite restaurant) and have a bouquet of yellow and red tulips (my favorite flower.) I pulled on the uncomfortable hem of my skirt that my friend, who by the way had set up the whole thing, had forced me into wearing as I stepped up the sun baked stairs to the tan stucco walled building. When I had pressed continually for information about the man I was meeting she simply shushed me and told me to "wait and see."

"Table for one?" A thick Hispanic woman with a matching accent asked me as I stepped through the threshold into the warm and spicily scented restaraunt.

"Actually.." I paused as I scanned the restaraunt,"There he is."

And there he was, a bundle of tulips the color of my lipstick sat in the table.

"Go ahead then," the woman said motioning towards the table I was staring at, trying to get a good look at the man sitting there.

I stood behind the wood chair across from the man, he looked up.

"Rebecca?" He asked, a British accent grading his deep voice.

I nodded, at a lose for words as I pulled the chair back and sat, feeling his eyes watching seemingly my every move.

"I'm Harry," he said offering me his rather large hand that completely engulfed my much smaller one as I shook it

Wow he was attractive.

His brown hair was a purposeful mess, bits and pieces sticking in every which way. His eyes sparkled with amusement as I cleared my throat and grabbed a menu from the center of the table. "I brought you flowers," he choked out, the awkwardness in his actions and words I found adorable.

I smiled and picked them up, examining the full blooms. "Thank you very much Harry, they're beautiful." His pink lips seemed full, as though thousands of secrets could spill from them. His rose colored cheeks gave way to small dimples as he smiled at my compliment in the dim light.

"What's good here?" He asked me, examining me as I had just him.

"Everything," I chuckled as I eyed the menu.

"Even you?" Harry asked cheekily."

"Harry.."

"Harry Styles."

I smiled, "Well Styles, sorry to dissapoint. But I'm not on on the menu."