Why Don't We Imagines

Jack Avery - Hotel

A cancelled flight is what put you and your best friend in a hotel over-night. You had taken a gap year to travel and you were stuck in Toronto overnight. The flight to Italy got cancelled, meaning you were in Canada for longer, but that wasn't a problem. 

"Y/N can you go ask the receptionist for some fresh towels?" She called out to you.

"Why?" You asked back, not being bothered to do anything.

"Because if you call them, they will take ages, and my hair needs a towel." 

"Okay." You told her. You grabbed the door-card and headed down. It was 11pm, and your flight was at midday. You took the elevator down, and headed to the lobby - where a guy with curly hair was already waiting.

"Hello Miss, how can I help?" The receptionist asked.

"Hi, my friend and I have stayed here for a week, but our flight got cancelled. We currently have no fresh towels and I was wandering if I could have some?" You asked, the boy next to you chuckled.

"Sorry, I ramble a lot." You laughed. 

"Of course Miss." The guy headed towards a back room, leaving you and the boy alone together.

"So where are you from?" He asked. 

"Alaska, but living in Los Angeles." You admitted and his eyes almost fell out of his head.

"What? That's so cool. I'm from Pennsylvania, also living in Los Angeles." He smiled. 

"My friend and I were there the other day, we went to a small town called Susquehanna." His jaw-dropped.

"That's where I grew up." He said mind-blown.

"What a small world."  You admitted.

"I'm Jack, I'm in a band." He introduced himself.

"I'm Y/N, I'm an interior designer." You shook his hand and shared another smile. 

"Here are four fresh towels m'am." You got handed the new set of towels. 

"Thank-you." You thanked him, and then turned back to Jack.

"Are you waiting for something?" He nodded.

"I've been waiting for fresh towels for twenty minutes, he told me they had none." He whispered the last part, not wanting to be rude.

"Take these." You smiled, handing over two.

"I appreciate it, thank-you." He was ever so polite, as well as handsome. 

"So Jack, I hope this isn't the last time we see each-other." You didn't realize you had said that, until he started laughing.

"Of course it won't, what's your Instagram?" He asked. You exchanged social medias and headed over to the elevator together, even-though he told you he was staying on the first floor. Once the door opened, there was your best friend, with her hair covered in shampoo.

"Seriously Y/N?" She groaned, snatching the towels from you.

"That's the friend I was talking about. See you around Jack." You waved him off, and it wasn't the last time you saw him either, because eight years later, you guys were married.