Okay, so... This is an imagines book about Dominic Harrison. I'll write anything from fluff to trigger. Most imagines will be in y/n format unless someone requests otherwise. If a warning is needed at the beginning of the part, then it will be there...
A/N: I wanna write a little mini-series that will have about five-ten parts in it. This is the first part. 🖤
Y/h/t = your hometown
y/f/s = your favourite song
You are so frustrated. You are being stalked by your ex-boyfriend, Eric, your boss is a dick, you and your roommate are arguing about rent and your parents are disappointed in you because you dropped out of school. You are walking down the street, an iced coffee in your hand and quietly singing (y/f/s). You bump into a stranger, spilling your coffee over their white shirt. "Oh my God. I am so sorry." You say in embarrassment. "Don't worry. It's fine." His accent makes your breath hitch. "Your shirt." I sigh. "It looks sick." He smiles, shrugging. "Wanna go for a tea or coffee?" He asks. "Sure." You smile. You walk to a little coffee shop. You order coffee and he orders tea. You pull out your card to pay for your coffee, but his soft hand pushes yours away. "But—" He cuts you off. "I got it." He smiles. You sigh and put your card back in your wallet. You get your drinks and sit outside. "So, we don't even know each other's names." He laughs. "Right. My name is y/n and you're?" You smile back. "Dominic, but most people call me Dom." He holds out his hand, you happily take it and shake his hand. "We are you from?" You ask. "Doncaster. It's in northern England. Where are you from?" He says, taking a sip of his tea. "Y/h/t." You say. "Oh my God. Are you YUNGBLUD?" Some girl asks. Dom nods. "I am." He smiles. "Can I get a picture?" The girl asks. "Of course." He stands and takes a picture with the girl. She leaves and he sits back down. "YUNGBLUD?" You ask. "Y-yeah. I'm a singer." He says nervously. "Cool!" You smile, brushing the back of his hand. His cheeks become a bright shade of red, as he smiles nervously. You get lost into his beautifully piercing green eyes, little do you know, he's doing the same thing. After a couple minutes of comfortable silence, he breaks it. "So, what do you do?" Don asks. "I'm a writer's intern. It sucks though. My boss is a dick. He's so demanding." You sigh. "But I'm gonna quit that job to hopefully get an internship at Geffen Records." You add. "No way? That's my label! That's mental!" He bubbles. "Sick. Well, maybe I'll see 'round there." You smile. "Maybe I can put a good word in for you with my manager." Dom smiles. "Sounds good!" You smile back.
Time skip:
You walk up to the door of the recording studio. You decided to put on an a cute outfit today knowing you're going to see Dom. You put this on:
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You push the door open, only to be engulfed in a warm hug. "Y/n!" Dom shouts. "Dom!" You shout back with the same energy. He lets you go and you walk together to a recording booth. "Mikey, Adam, this is y/n!" Dom bubbles. "So, you're the girl Dom won't stop talking about." A curly, dark-brown haired man with a Scottish accent laughs. You turn to see Dom with his face the colour of a tomato. "I'm Adam and that's Mikey." The man adds, motioning to a blonde haired man. You wave at Mikey. "Nice to meet you both." You smile. "You must be y/n." A man walks in. "I am." You smile, shaking his hand. "So, you're Dom's new intern." He smiles. You turn to Dom, your eyebrows raised. "I guess so." You chuckle. "I don't know how much work you'll be doing. Dom is really nice to his interns, especially when he requests them." Mikey winks at you. Dom turns red again. You chuckle at Dom. "Alright, let's get to recording." Dom claps is hands. "Y/n, you can stay in here or you can go into the producer's room." Dom adds. You shrug. "Sit down then! Maybe you can help me check the mic." Dom smiles. You take a seat in a black chair. "No! Stand up and come sing with me!" Dom pleads, pouting. "I can not sing." You oppose. "Lies. I heard you singing when we bumped into each other." Dom protests. You attempt to protest some more, only to fail because Dom gives you the puppy dog eyes. "What song?" You ask. "Do you know Twist and Shout?" Dom asks. "Yeah." You smile, taking the microphone from Dom. You start singing the song and Dom joins in. Neither of you knew what was going to happen next...
A/N: I hope y'all liked that! I'm going to keep doing my other books, but they might take time, as school is consuming most of my life, with friends and homework. I will try my best to work on them, some chapters might be shorter than others and I apologize. 🖤🖤🖤
