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Isco: Coachella

Synopsis: Y/n and her friend go to Coachella for the day, and while in line for drinks, a stranger accidentally bumps into Y/N spilling his drinks on her. This stranger happens to be extremely handsome, will a romance bloom, or will Y/N just smell beer all day?

Word count: 1,973 (I know, I'm sorry this one is really long) 

Warnings: no

Requested: yes, the imagine was requested by  imaginenasa. Thank you so much for requesting! I'm so beyond sorry that this has taken so long. If anyone else wants to request you can leave it in the comments or DM me. 

okay, so I've tried to make this fluffy but honestly idk if it is.  Also, absolutely any feedback on this imagine would be every so appreciated. I guess because I haven't written in so long I've lost my groove (ew, ik I just couldn't think of any other way to say it). 

Also thank you so much on 8.5k that is INSANE. This book legit hit 5k less than a month ago so thank you all so much! Also, I promise that I will start uploading regularly again, maybe one every two days or so. 

"Come on Y/N, we've got to go!" I continue to do my make up, choosing to ignore my friend's plead for me to finish faster. I look in the mirror one last time and admire my appearance. My hair was up in two braids, I had blue, pink and silver glitter all over my body, I was wearing a black lace crop top paired with checkered shorts and I had pink mini rectangular glasses covering my eyes. On any other given day I would feel like an idiot, however, I felt confident about my look, as I was going to a music festival and I knew there would be other people, dressing a lot stranger than me. Being happy with my look I walked out of the bathroom.

"Ugh, finally! Why did you take so long!" My friend complained as I put my shoes on, I send her an apologetic smile, to which she accepts. She instead decides to rant about how keen she was for today. Throughout the hour-long bus drive to the festival, she continues her rant despite the strange looks we were receiving from strangers for both our outfits and her loudness. My excited, whilst not as high as her's was still pretty up there. I had been to festivals before, but never one when my favourite artist, Ariana Grande, was playing.

As we got off the bus and start walking towards the festival I could see swarms of people also wearing strange outfits making their way to the same destination. As we walked across the muddy grass I was regretting wearing my nicest shoes, however, I was determined to not let that damper my mood. We approached the security check and I unzipped my bag, ready for inspection. As the line moved to be my turn, the security guard, sympathetically told me I couldn't take in my water in. Other than my water, which proved troublesome, I got through security fairly quickly and easily.

As soon as we walked in my ears immediately hurt, as music was being blared through the speakers. My friend and I decided we needed some food and drinks to keep us running through the day. Choosing to split up, I went to get drinks and she went to get food. I quickly found the drinks stand and made my way towards the end of the line. Just as I had reached the back of the line someone bumped into me and knocked me to the ground while their drink, to which I could also assume to be beer, poured all over me.

"Omg, I am so sorry! Are you okay?" Feelings of annoyance were bubbling up within me, not only had this guy managed to push me onto the mud but I was also now covered in beer. Just as I was about to shout at the man, I look up to see the man bent down towards me, offering his hand to help me up. Taking his hand, he helped me back onto my feet. It was then when I first realised how good looking he was. As shallow as it sounds, his good looks seem to completely calm my anger, choosing to finally reply to him I say,

"Oh, I'm okay, just a bit muddy and sticky, from the beer." Without explanation, the handsome stranger just takes his top off. Not even thinking to question his actions, I stare at his abs, I quickly catch myself and meet his face with a confused look.