Heyo! Im starting imagines again but still writing loved. also I know this is stupid but kinda cute? Idk. 11/3/18•word count: 702 words.
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as I walked down the sidewalk of a decently busy street, I hummed the tune of Pompeii, through my earphones/headphones.
i liked listening to music.
it blocked out the noise of the honking and swerving of cars on the street, next to me.
i had anxiety around loud things like cars.
i was unwillingly forced to go outside, otherwise, what would I be doing here?
my parent are...parents.
except, parents are hell.
my dad(step dad/guardian) is annoying as FUCK.
and my mother(step mother/guardian) is constantly yelling at me for something.
school doesn't really help either.
even though I do have good grades, it doesn't mean it was easy to get to.
they said I was being "annoying" so they literally forced me out the door.
said to "take a walk."
as I stared at my black and white vans, I zoned out, listening to my music.
if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel like
nothing changed at all.
...
i snapped back into reality once I realized my song came to an end.
once my music stopped, my anxiety rushed in again.
the cars.
the honking.
the talking/yelling of people hanging out on the sides of buildings.
i looked around, my breathing was unsteady.
breathe in...
breathe out...
I closed my eyes and finished.
breathe in...
breathe out...
breathe in...
breath ou-
i flashed my eyes open as I heard a voice.
it was raspy, but sounded sweet.
the voice was also very loud.
i stood there a while, waiting for the power of my anxiety, take over me again.
except, that didn't happen when I heard this voice.
it was more calming and soothing then other voice I've ever heard.
you followed the voice and found yourself in a small link building.
the door.
open the door, y/n!
your curiosity got the best of you and your hand pulled the door open enough to see what was inside.
the lights.
the stage.
the crowd.
the yelling.
the singing...?
once you looked up at that stage, you saw...him.
his voice was beaut- no no no. beautiful is an understatement for his voice.
he stood on that lit up stage, guitar held up to his chest, microphone close enough to his mouth, and him: standing perfectly in the spotlight.
the crowd was...really something.
a little too something.
that something was very stressful and gave me anxiety.
i didn't like having anxiety, but I couldn't control it.
and I hated it because I wanted to go to fun places like this, too; without passing out or having an anxiety attack.
your my, my, my, my kind of woman.
he sang.
and god, was it beautiful.
my, oh my, what a girl.
my breathing was normal, again.
I didn't feel like passing out anymore.
your my, my, my, my kind of woman.
I started to smile once I regained myself, and added myself to the crowd, waving my hands slowly above my head, along with the crowd, following the music.
and im down on my hands and knees
begging you please, baby,...
I opened my eyes, and looked back to the stage, only to see the boy looking at me.
I put my hands down and felt my cheeks warm up.
that's when he smiled.
my heart fully melted.
he leaned closer to me, almost hanging himself off the stage, and reached out his arm.
of course other girls took that as an opportunity to touch his arm or his hand but I just looked at him and smiled back.
...
i reached my hand up to his, we both touching.
in that moment, I felt my stomach turn.
show me your world.
he sang the last verse, looking into my eyes winning all of my love.
we smiled at each other as the crowd cheered on.
the boy had gripped my hand tighter, like he never wanted to let go.
and to be honest, I didn't want to let go, either.
i mean,
love at first sight...
right?
