.:{Imagines}:. ~ IM5

Will Imagine for Lisa

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Hi Lisa! I hope that you enjoy this imagine, I love your plot idea!

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Thanks for reading!

~ Alana

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Okay, so you didn't quite know who he was.

He was tall and handsome, though. He was sweet and a bit of a dork, and he loved Nutella and 4 A.M conversations. How did you know all this?

Through Twitter.

It's only natural that the only good guy you'd ever met was through the internet. It was like the guys here in London were raised in a barn. They wouldn't even know how to treat a lady if a gentleman slapped them in the face.

But Will was different. You knew just as much about him as his real friends did. Even through a screen, you could instantly open up, being yourself even when you couldn't in real life. It was always a disappointment not being able to take a short drive and visit him like you would with your friends. America seemed so much farther from England than it probably was.

You were lovestruck before you even knew it, but you'd never be able to tell how he felt. He thought of you like a sister, he'd said it himself. But he was so, so much more than a brother to you.

One day as you filed through the mail, you spotted a letter from him. Dropping everything else, you tore through the envelope. Letters from Will came once a month, and they were the only thing you looked forward to, like Christmas.

You knew that Will was in a band, of course. They had recently been touring the U.S, as far as you knew. Lately, though, you found that Will had been a bit drawn and hadn't talked to you in days. A letter from him was something like a miracle.

You scan the letter quickly.

"Hiii my beautiful Lis-bug. I miss talking to you soooo much! We've been busy but I'm sending this to you to let you know that I'm alright. I hope you're doing good, and that you've been eating Nutella for me ;)

Okay, so I know that we haven't met before and that we really want to, and I think I know how. There are concert tickets in the bottom of this envelope amd V.I.P tickets for you (and a friend, I guess) PLEASE COMEEE ;-; WE WON'T STAY IN LONDON FOR TOO LONGGG AND THIS IS THE ONLY WAYYYYYY ! If you don't, I'll cry! So do it!

I love you (most),

~ Bae-lehdorf

Your heart freezes. You would finally get to meet Will after two years.

You grab your phone and call up your best friend; the only friend who'd let you drag her to a boy-band concert.

"{Y/F/N}? You're not busy on Friday, are you?"

"No..."

"Good. You are now."

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Your hands are shaking as you find your seat. You can barely sit still, much to your friend's dismay. Needless to say, she wasn't extremely thrilled to attend with you, but she mustered up enough selflessness to come, anyways.

The boys take longer than you would have liked to come out onto the stage. When they finally do, you're already overwhelmed. You spot Will instantly, and the simple fact that you can see him in the flesh is the most incredible feeling you've ever felt. Much to your chagrin, he doesn't notice you in the crowd of swooning girls. Fans hold up signs that read, "Marry me, Will!", and you can't help but feel slightly jealous.

Towards the end of the show, the music cuts off completely, amd fans begin to murmur a,ongst themselves. Suddenly, people start staring at you, pointing and whispering. You narrow your eyes, looking up.

The big screen.

Your face.

Up there.

Will.

Will, panting from the last dance sequence, outstretches an arm.

"May I have the lovely Lisa {Y/L/N} join me here, up on stage?" he asks angelicly, almost teasingly as he stares daggers into you.

Your cheeks blaze with the sudden amount of attention. But, it's Will, of course. So you, with slight hesitation, walk up the the side of the stage, your heart beating rapidly as you near him. He smiles, reaching out and taking your hand in his. The moment your fingers touch, there are fireworks, amd you couldn't help but hope that he felt the same way too. The boy you had only talked to through the Internet, for hours on end, before was standing right in front of you.

He stares into your eyes for a while. He raises the mic to his lips.

"I have waited for years, just for this moment."

Tears cloud your eyes in a sudden bout of nerves, and you nod, speechless.

"I don't know many things about you," he admits, with a shy sort of smirk. "I don't know what you look like when you're reading a good book, or when you wake up. I don't know what you cry over, or what makes you happy. To be honest, no, I don't know a lot of things about you. But I do know one thing."

He gets down on one knee, taking your hands. You hear some fans gasp, some even screaming nasty things. Your friend simply sits there, slack jawed. Your heart pounds now, and you feel faint.

"I know that I want to spend the next few years, maybe even the rest of my time, figuring the rest out with you."

Your throat closes up. "W-Will..." you manage to choke out.

"Lisa, will you be my girlfriend?" His voice wavers, but it's more than sincere.

You hear screams and sobs from the crowd, but gasps and clapping erupts as well.

Your heart nearly leaps out of his chest, and before you know it, you are standing with your arms intertwined in his, with a faceful of his shirt. The whole world melts away, and he looks down at you shyly, You muster up the courage to tip your head up, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Instantly, fireworks go off inside of you again. No, more than that. An atomic bomb.

Nothing else mattered to you in that moment more than that moment. Forget Skype, and Twitter. Not even a thousand oceans could separate you from him, ever again.

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I hope you liked it, Lisa!

~ Alana