Personal Imagines

Jenna and Harry

#IMAGINE You’re walking down the streets of Los Angeles enjoying the light summer breeze and the sunshine. You look into the windows of the shops around you, wanting everything in sight. Your parents want you back to your hotel by noon, so you look down at your watch while you’re walking.

“Woah, sorry miss.” You hear as you almost run into a stranger on the street. You look up to see a pair of black Raybans worn by a curly headed brunette boy.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You reply, discounting the boy as you continue walking.

“Wait up.” He says chasing after you.

“Yea?” You turn around towards him and he catches up to you.

“Uhm—“ He starts, “Well I’m not really sure why I stopped you actually.” He says awkwardly. You hear his voice and notice that he is British.

“Oh, ok. Well where are you from? I can tell by your accent you’re not from here.” You say.

“I’m from Chesire, England.” He stops walking and holds out his hand for you to shake, “I’m Harry. Harry Styles.”

“Wait you’re Harry Styles?” You ask. He lowers his sunglasses to show you his eyes.

“The one and only.” He flashes a smile at you.

“Wow, uhm--- I’m Jenna.” You reach out your hand his shake his.

“Well Jenna it’s nice to meet you.”

“And you as well. Wow yea, it really is nice to meet you.” You reply shaken at all that is happening. The two of you begin to fall in the same stride casually talking as you walk. He asks about you and where you are from. You tell him that you’re in LA on a holiday.

“So where exactly are you headed?” He asks.

“I’m on my way back to my hotel to go to lunch with my family.”

“Are they counting on you to be back soon?”

You think about it before you say, “Not exactly, they’re pretty laid back about it.”

He smiles and then says, “Well then how about this, you skip lunch with your family today and come to lunch with me instead.”

Did he just ask me out? You think to yourself. “Uhm, yea I would love to more than anything!” You respond.

“I know this place out on First Street. We could go get a bite there.”

“I’d love to Harry.” You smile and take out your phone, “Let me shoot a text to my parents.” You quickly type into your phone. You look up and say, “So where is this place?”

He takes your hand and you feel a surge of electricity between the two of you. Your eyes meet and he smiles at you. You feel the blush creeping up on your cheeks. “Come on, I’ll show you.” He says pulling you in the opposite direction. You giggle and run along with him.

After about five blocks of walking you ask, “Where are we going?”

“We’re almost there, be patient.” He looks at you smiling.

You surrender, “Ok, ok!” You realize you have been holding his hand for quite some time now, but you don’t mind at all. He notices you looking down at your hands and you let go.

“Why’d you do that?” He asks with puppy dog eyes.

You didn’t realize it would disappoint him, so you smile and grab on again.

He smiles and grasps tightly to your hand. “We’re almost there.”

You arrive in front of a small café, your hand still in his. “This place is adorable.” You tell him, “But god I’m starving let’s eat.”

“A girl with an appetite, I like it.” He says flirtingly as he leads you through the door. You feel yourself starting to blush again.

You two order and get your food quickly. You sit across from each other at a small booth. You talk about your families and friends. He tells you about the band and you tell him all about your interests. You find yourself looking at your watch and realizing and hour has already passed. His phone then buzzes; he checks it then looks up disappointed. “I’ve got to get going. I’m babysitting for my stylist in a few.”

“You’re babysitting for Lux?” You ask.

“Yea, you wanna come?”

“Do I?!” You ask enthusiastically, “Of course I do! Lux is the cutest girl in the world.”

“Alright, let’s go!” He says, leaving some money on the table to pay the lunch bill. He takes your hand and helps you out of the booth. “You alright with walking there?” He asks intertwining his fingers with yours. “It’s not far at all.” He finishes.

“I’m up for it,” you smile, “If it means more time with you.” At that he grabs onto your hand a little bit tighter. You continue down the street with your hand in Harry Styles hand on your way to babysit Baby Lux.