Buttercream Gang Imagines

Conor Maynard*The Tube

You hopped onto the tube and headed into London. Surrounded by nobody you knew, you sat down in the corner and put in your headphones.
Bopping your head to the music and singing along softly, a young guy ran through the doors and frantically sat down next to you.

I looked at the guy, seeming to recognize him.Shrugging to myself, I went back to singing to my music. I could feel a pair of eyes on me the entire ride.
"Hey" the guy said.
"Hi" I said.
"You have a great voice"
I felt my face blush. I paused my music and took one of my earbuds out of my ear.
I laughed nervously. "You can hear me?"
"Your singing pretty loud actually"
I laughed again. "Great"
"Not bad singing though" he winked at me.
"He's so sweet..."
"So..." I said. "What's your name?"
"Conor" he replied. "Conor Maynard"
I gasped. "I knew I recognized you!!"
Conor laughed, and pretended to flip his non-existent long hair. "I'm pretty well known around these parts"
We both laughed.
"Anyways, my names Y/N"
He grinned. Than, the tube came to a stop.
I frowned in my mind, releasing it was gonna end between Conor and I.
Conor than looked down and laughed to himself.
"What?" I said laughing.
"What emoji should I put next to your phone contact?"
I looked at him confused.
"Actually.... I'll probably need your phone number first"
I smiled widely. "(Your phone #) and put a heart" I said.
Conor typed quickly on his phone, than winked yet again and walked out into the busy London tunnels.