A Collection of Imagines

Harry

Nothing Much

I tap away on my laptop, furiously typing an angry email to the venue manager. I rub my fingers across my forehead, feeling the metal of my ring glide along. God, this is making it ten times worse. 

I enter the cafe. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hits my tired state. I walk to the counter to order my usual. I turn around to take in the environment of the cafe. There's a few people in the shop. Some drinking coffee with others, talking about materialistic things. Some people taping on their laptops. One of those people catch my eye. A woman taping angrily on her computer. I smile at her frustration. It's kind of cute. 

I look down at the ring on my finger. It looks ugly against my skin. Something I wouldn't actually wear. I guess he doesn't know me that well. 

She looks down at something on her hand. A ring. An engagement ring. Damn. That would have fun. I glance back at her face and notice that she doesn't have an expression that would coincide with a happily newly engaged woman. She looks solemn, depressed. Oh, okay. This could be interesting. 

I look back at the email in front of me. Sighing in exhaustion. I notice someone sit at the table in front of me. When I look up, I find the eyes of a stranger. His dark eyes quickly look away from mine once he meets my gaze. He's wearing a black nike sweatshirt with his long hair tied up. I'm pretty sure I have seen his face before. Well, it would be very hard to forget it now. 

As I sit down, she makes eye contact with me. I quickly look away. A pang goes off in my stomach. When I look back at her, she continues to type away on her laptop. I take a sip of my coffee, pretending I'm scanning the room. When, in reality, I'm only paying attention to her. 

I feel his eyes on me again and I look up. He realizes that I have my attention on him again, so he smirks. His lips curl, causing his dimples to come front and center. He averts his gaze towards the counter and brings his mug up to his mouth, taking a sip. The many tattoos on his arm makes my eyebrow raise slightly. He comes off as a smug, arrogant asshole. I roll my eyes and go back to typing. 

I see her eyes roll to the back of her head. I like the notion, but only on certain occasions. I lean forward on the table, making it evident that I'm staring at her. Maybe now she will say something to me. 

He leans forward and I look up again. The expression on his face is quite enticing. Without moving the rest of my body, I speak, "You know people don't usually like it when you stare at them."

I chuckle at her snarky remark. I don't say anything, just smile. Bringing the coffee up to my lips again. My eyes travel down her body. The yellow sweatshirt, black yoga pants, and worn vans are perfect for her body shape. She's not even trying, yet I want all of her. 

He says nothing. I close my laptop, resting my elbows on it and leaning forward. "What's up?"

"Nothing much really." I lean back against my chair, pushing her into more curiosity. 

"Nothing much." I mock his accent. English, I think. He smiles at me wildly at my playful action. 

Neither of us say anything for a couple seconds. I had no idea what else to say. She's so captivating that the only thing I can think about is her. Her devilish smile is intoxicating. 

My eyes don't leave his. My fingers wrap around the metal of my engagement ring, slipping it off of me and placing it my sweatshirt pocket. I know it's wrong, but at this point the only thing I care about is this new long-haired English man.

Interesting.