Imagines Irish and British people

George Ezra / picnic time

GoodCv made that one possible.

Shit,shit, I promised to do that one a long time ago. Forgive me please,please, please. Inspired by two of the imagines I wrote some parts prior. I'm afraid it's lame... Was previously on a file about F. Whitehead so just moved it because it was not the right place hehe.

"Comeon, send that tweet for the love of God", Y/N's best friend commanded to Y/N.

"Ok,ok, fine. He is obviously not going to read it anyway"

"Another reason to do it and that was your dare so..."

"Huh-huh", replied Y/N regretting starting that game at the first place"alright, what do you want me to write?"

"Something like "Gosh, George, my doctor just told me that for my health I have to drink a coffee with you"?"

"What?!", Y/N asked half laughing "I'm defo not writing that, you madwoman!"

"Oh come on!"

"Nope,I'm just randomly going to ask him to grab a coffee in London with a smiley at the end. And that's it, you won't have anything more, you lunatic!"

Y/N's best friend sulked a bit but surrendered "Right... Fine!"

"@george_ezra hello, hello Geoff,I'm in London for a while, if you are too, do you think we could grab a coffee or something ☕?"

"Oh God, that sounds like a fangirl... The things you make me do", said Y/N while her best friend was laughing.

***

Ten hours later or about, Twitter rang on Y/N's mobile device.

"Anyone that adds sunflowers to his tweets gets my attention! I would love to if you're still in London"

By reading this reply, Y/N had to rub her eyes to make sure that it was happening.

After calling her best friend and replying to the English singer, Y/N screamed all her heart out.

***

As the weather of London was particularly warm, George invited Y/N to Hyde Park. "I hope you won't take it as I-am-greedy-as-hell-but-hides-it-in-romantic-moves but I just thought a café was too posh and unpersonal", he wrote to justify himself. As if he needed to.

Until she saw him before the fence of the park, Y/N thought it was a joke made up by her friend. That's even how she broke up the silence between them.

"Oh, hello, you must be -Your Twitter Account's name-!"

"Please, I'd be delighted if you called me Y/N"

"Y/N it is then. Actually, I thought you would be an old woman. But glad I was wrong!", he confessed chuckling at his akwardice.

Besides the weather, that first contact could not have been greater than this.