One Direction Imagines

Harry Imagine for Jayde (dreamofmusic16)

You're sitting alone in your local Starbucks on your laptop trying to work on some schoolwork. However, you can't stop thinking about the fact that you were just at a One Direction concert an hour ago. It had been one of the best and most exciting nights of you life. After the concert, you had gone home to freshen up so you could sit in Starbucks and relax with a peppermint mocha and finally get one of your summer assignments for school done. But now, it was quite hard to concentrate on anything.

You suddenly hear a bunch of screaming girls from outside. You look up from your laptop to see teenage girls crowding around the front of the coffee place. You groan, trying to get your work done while you're being forced to listen to irritating howls and exclamations. It's not that unusual of an occurrence because you live in New York and celebrities walk around the streets a lot around here. But every time it happens, you can't help but wonder who the celebrity might be. Plus, they usually don't come out at nighttime, and it was pretty dark outside.

When you see a brunette, curly-haired teenage boy enter into the Starbucks, you freeze. Oh, well what do you know. The one and only Harry Styles that you had just seen performing live about an hour ago. He seems to notice someone is looking at him and when his eyes meet yours, he smiles and waves to you. You wave back, trying to keep your cool.

You curiously glance over at him every now and then while he orders his drink. Feeling like a stalker, you mentally glue your eyes onto your computer screen. What girl would want Harry Styles to think she's weird?

But a few minutes later, you see someone approach your small table from the corner of your eye. You look up, and there stands Harry holding a coffee cup in his hand with a interested expression spread across his face.

"Erm...hi," he says to you with a crooked smile.

"Hi," you smile up at him.

"Not to be weird, but, erm..." he drifts off. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"I don't believe we've met before. I mean, I know who you are of course," you ramble. He laughs at you. "Why don't you sit down and see if you end up recognizing me?" You gesture to the single seat across from you.

He agrees to sit with you and you close your computer screen as he sits down across from you. You're surprised at how calm you are with him. Somehow, you feel comfortable around him. And on the plus side, you've managed to not embarrass yourself yet.

"So what's your name, love?" Harry asks with a smile that makes your stomach churn nervously.

"Jayde," you reply.

"Jayde..." he repeats slowly. "What a beautiful name."

You blush. "Thank you. You can call me Jay if you like."

"Alright," he agrees with a grin.

After a few minutes of small talk, Harry snaps his fingers in realization and points at you. "Wait a second...Jay, were you at the concert tonight?"

You grin, "Yep. But you didn't touch my hand, or point to me or anything, so I don't know why you'd recognize me!"

"I definitely remember seeing you in the crowd."

"But how could you have seen me? I mean, I wasn't very close to the front at all."

"You caught my eye," he shoots you a cheeky smile and you smirk at him.

You question, "And how exactly did I do that?"

"It was kind of hard to miss the huge 'I Wish I Had a Styles Snog' banner," he chuckles.

Your cheeks blaze as a blush turns your face pink. You totally forgot you had been holding up that sign.

"Well this is embarrassing.." you drift off as you bite your lip nervously, avoiding his mesmerizing gaze.

"I thought it was cute," he responds. You can feel him smiling at you and you can't help but meet his gaze again. Those eyes...

"Well, thanks," you grin at him.

Harry suddenly looks awkward and starts to talk again. "Erm, I told my security guard Preston that I'd be right back out after I got my drink, so I should probably go.."

"Right, sorry. I shouldn't have been holding you up."

"No, it's fine. It was nice to just sit down and have a calm, normal conversation with a fan, you know?" he assures you. "But, before I leave..." he grabs a napkin that was sitting by your empty muffin wrapper and takes the pen you were using to edit your research paper, and scribbles some numbers down. He holds the napkin in his hand and leans down to kiss your cheek, leaving you completely shocked.

"Bye love," he says to you. You're sitting there in amazement, breathless at what was happening. Tossing you the napkin that contained his phone number, Harry's last words are, "Maybe that wish of yours can come true one day."

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Hope it's okay? X) I have lots of imagines to write this weeek !