Why don't we - imagines <3

Holiday//Daniel

You were in 10th grade, and hopelessly in love with travelling. You worked at a small bakery and you had worked hard to save for your travels. You and your family had been saving up for the past two years to go to Paris for a month, and now, you were all being checked down by security one last time before boarding the plane. Your sibling/s (if you have any) preferred sitting away from the window, so that they wouldn't be sick and you liked that quite a lot. It meant that you could look out of the window and take pictures of the view. Your absolute favourite thing to do.
You tightened your neck pillow, knowing that you will definitely take a nap on the plane ride there. As the plane began its procedure for taking off, you smile. Finally you're headed off to Paris.

You had taken many pictures on the flight and you had slept even more. When the plane was coming onto the coast of Paris, your mother shook you awake, knowing you'd want to take more pictures. Eventually you had gotten off of the plane and were in a taxi to your hotel. Your eyes widened at the beautiful city just a fingertip away. You watched as the taxi passed the busy streets of Paris, you had watched the people smiling and laughing, and drinking out of luxurious glasses. Your mind ran wild, ready for the weeks of exploring and photographing.

You had arrived at your hotel and were informed that a school will be staying at the same hotel, and if we have any problems with any of the people, to please go and inform the staff. You smiled as you were led up to your hotel room. Considering you were older now, you had your own small yet fancy hotel room. The rest of your family were split into two rooms, two floors above you. This was when you realised that you were on the same floor as the visiting school. You shrug though, not gonna let these students ruin your perfect trip.
Your father knocks on the door and comes into the room and smiles at you.
"Hey princess... so I found out you're staying on the same floor as the boys.. they are down the corridor more, but I want you to not let them into your room and don't go into theirs. Okay?" You smile and nod, and he kisses your forehead and leaves the room.

It was a week after you and your family had arrived in Paris, and you had just finished the last tour. Your mother and father were tired, and decided that everyone should go back to the hotel. You though had frowned, and begged them to let you go look at a feature you had quite liked but not had enough time to look at in the tour. Eventually, they agree, on the conditions you are back at the hotel before dinner time. You nod and they smile, waving off their baby. You got on a bus and had noticed quite a loud noise from behind you. The school.
You ignored them though and got off at your stop. Once you got off, you went over to the feature you were so intrigued by. Once you were finished and had taken a few pictures, you checked the time, noticing you still had about 3 hours till you had to start heading back. You walked into a small cafe and ordered a croissant and coffee, just to keep you going. You were sat down in the corner of the store, in direct view of the window. You were eating your croissant when a loud noise erupts into the cafe. You look up to see about 12 boys, all lining up and shoving one another. There was one boy though, who stood with his hands in his jean pockets and his eyes gazed around the room, clearly intrigued. His eyes meet your and he smiles at you and waves a little. You smile back, knowing you had to be polite to the strange boy.

He had ordered his food and then had come over to you, seeming to not really be interested in the other boys sitting seats away. He pointed at the seat across from you and you nod slightly. He smiles kindly at you and sits down, putting his food on the table. He slowly begins eating and then puts his food down and wipes his hand. He puts his hand out at you and smiles.
"I'm Daniel Seavey. And you are?" You shake his hand and look at him.
"I'm Y/n." He smiles as soon as you speak.
"I really like your accent." He begins, "you aren't French I assume." You smile back at him and shake your head and he smiles.
You and him talk a bit and you give him your phone number, so he can talk to you more, he smiles and finishes his food, leaving the cafe, followed by multiple girls who are too dumb to realise whats happened.