Why Don't We imagines

Jonah • 1

                  //Polaroids //

You're sitting at your favorite coffee shop and reading you favorite book called, " Y/F/B ".

   It was a rainy December and you had on your favorite blue skinny jeans, your black converse, and your Slytherin hoodie with a grey beanie. You have you're favorite drink on the table.

    The welcome bell jingled and you bought nothing of it. It was a pretty busy place around this time of year and Weather, so it was nothing unusual. 

    You sat in your little corner for a few more minutes before you gathered your stuff up to go. You hug your drink to you and keep your head down while you head towards the door.

Suddenly you hit something solid and you bounce backwards. Your drink spews everywhere; including on you and the heavy object hat fell on you.

" Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" A deep, masculine voice sounds.

You open your eyes and see the most beautiful man you've ever laid eyes on. His hair was a dark brown and it was messy. He had a definite jawline. His eyes were a steely grey and his lips were plump and pale pink.

You snap out of your stupor and hope he didn't catch you staring. You look up and see he was extending a hand to help you up.

You shyly take it and cast your eyes down again.

" It's fine. " You mumble.

" Hey, no reason to be shy. " He grins. He takes his finger and lifts your chin up. Your eyes meet his and you feel butterflies form in your stomach. He scratches the back of his head.

"Um, would you maybe like to sit down with me and I'll buy you another drink? He asks shyly.

You stare at him like he was an Alien. Here was this Greek Adonis and he was asking you to talk with him.

     " Why?" You think out loud. You mentally slap yourself as your voice comes out baffled. Jonah chuckles.

     " Well, your cute, have good taste in books," he points towards your book and You smile a little. " Plus you intrigue me. So why not?" He shrugs.

    You observe him for a second and see him sway in anticipation.  He was cute, and maybe it could lead somewhere.

    " Okay, sure. " I sigh. He smiles a crooked smile at you and You feel my heart melt.

   You guys spent two hours just sitting and talking. When it was time to leave, he gently cupped your face and kissed you.

You then asked for a Polaroid of him, so that you can cherish this moment forever.

    Every time you went to that coffee shop from then on, he was with you. That Polaroid always in the copy of your favorite book.