Personal Imagines

Lauren and Niall

#IMAGINE You’re sitting at the bar of a nearly empty diner drinking a cup of coffee. It’s early on a Saturday morning. You snuck out of the house early to have some alone time. Last night was a rough night. You went through a break up with your boyfriend and needed time to get away from everything.

“More coffee miss?” The waitress asks you from over the counter.

“Yea, thank you.” You briefly look up.

“Everything alright miss?” She said.

“Oh yea, I’m fine. Thank you.” You smile. She pours more coffee in your cup, nods, then walk away saying, “Anytime.”

You then hear a ding coming from the door. You turn around to see a boy walk in with a purple hoodie pulled over his head. His face is towards the floor as he checks his phone then looks around paranoid. His eyes flit towards you. You make eye contact and see how beautiful his eyes are. He quickly looks back at his phone and you turn towards your cup of coffee. “Welcome, what can I get for you.” The waitress asks.

“I’ll take a coffee please.” You hear his voice and that he clearly isn’t from America. He sounds Irish. You wonder what a guy from Ireland would be doing in America. You glance at him again and notice he looks familiar. His hood is still up but you suddenly realize who he is. You look to him one more time and realize you are sitting in the same diner as Niall Horan. “You look—familiar.” The waitress says as she brings him a cup of coffee.

“Yea I get that a lot.” He says quietly barely looking up from the counter where he’s holding his gaze. You turn to him and work up the guts to say something. “Its--- Niall, right?” You say hesitantly. He looks up at you for the first time and smiles.

“Yea, are you a fan?” You think over what he just asked you and a smile comes to your face as you think about your years of obsessing over the boyband.

“Only slightly.” You reply.

“Well it’s nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand for you to shake. You grab it and give him a firm handshake and he smiles. “Honestly, I’ve been trying to avoid being noticed by fans all morning. But you’re really cool. It’s nice to get away from the screaming for once.”

“Yea I can imagine.” You say, trying to be the least awkward as possible. You keep your cool on the outside, but inside you are freaking out. You think to yourself, am I really having a conversation with Niall Horan in an empty diner?

“So what’s your name?” He asks you kindly.

“I’m Lauren.”

“Well Lauren, it’s a pleasure.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” You say with a smile and a small giggle. You notice how much his body language has changed since he first walked in. Initially he was tense and seemed upset, now he seems at ease and comfortable.

“So you from around here?” He asks.

“Yea I live just up the road. I come here for breakfast sometime. It’s quiet,” You look around to see no one else there and giggle, “obviously.”

He chuckles and then asks “You like the quiet, I’d assume.”

“Yea, it’s good to be able to sort my thoughts out.”

“I agree.” He smiles. “So you know anywhere else around here that’s got good food.”

“I know a few places, it’s a small town.” You laugh.

“Well how about this, tonight I’ll take you to one of those places.” He says. You’re shocked. You look around and wait for hidden cameras to come out and tell you that you’re being punk’d.

“Uhm—“ you say, still shocked, “---yeah, I would love that.” You think about what’s happening once again and become more excited. “That would be so amazing! I really would enjoy that.” You reinstate.

“Great!” He says with a smile. “Here, put your number in my phone.” He says as he hands you his cell phone. Is this really happening? You think to yourself and type in your number, hardly remembering it over your frenzied thoughts.

“There ya go.” You reply handing his phone back to him. He quickly types something into the phone then yours buzzes on the diner counter. You glance at it, but he interrupts your thoughts say, “I texted you so you would have my number.” His phone then buzzes in his hand. “Oh man, I’ve got to go.” He quickly says getting up from the barstool. “I’ll see you later!” He says as he runs out the door, not even leaving you time to say goodbye.

“Well wasn’t he just a cutie?” The waitress walks back from the kitchen. “I thought I recognized him, does he live around here?” She asks.

“Yea, something like that.” You say with a smitten smile.

“Well I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun tonight.” She says returning back to the kitchen.

“Yea.” You look down to your phone and read the new text.

UNKNOWN NUMBER:

Wher can I pick u up at 8 tonight??

Your thoughts go crazy as you smile down to the phone. Niall Horan is taking me out at 8, what do I say? You reply to him with your address and he quickly replies.

UNKNOWN NUMBER:

See u at 8 ;)

This can’t be real, you think to yourself again smiling as you leave the diner.