Harry Styles Imagines

» record shop

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word count; 5.35k
point of view; third person

Y/N's been working at a record shop for the past two years on a not so busy street in London, but it's yet crowded enough to have people come and go every hour to make the shop busy. Like every other shop, this one too had the one-time-buyers, as well as its regulars. From the first time he walked into the shop, he could have been sorted into the regulars, but the thing is, that it wasn't like that. And Y/N didn't particularly like him (or at least that's what she kept telling herself). For some reason the tall boy - well, he was more like a man, but she still called him a boy in her head - was always cocky, wearing a smug smile on his face, radiating with confidence; almost as if he owned the world. On particular days it just annoyed her, and on some days she enjoyed his little game of flirtation, but (of course) she would never admit that.

Y/N didn't mind the boy, whose name she was yet to learn, though she felt slight irritation whenever he walked into the shop. It wasn't his charming self or his pine green eyes that always seemed to capture her mind, not paying attention to what he was speaking but rather to his eyes. It was the attitude which was seen in his walk; it was the way he would stand whenever he would speak, and it was the smile. His goddamn broad smile, showing his perfect teeth and his perfectly deep curved dimples. It was his stupid stupid smile.

The first time they met was on January the 9th, when Harry decided to listen to his best friend and go check the record shop out. He knew of the shop, because his best friend could never stop talking about it and its variety of records and CD's and the diversity of biographies about a lot of different musicians, but has never come around to actually visiting it. And Harry liked music, some might even say he loved it. So that day he went there without much on his mind, not thinking that a certain girl would capture the short attention span of Harry Styles.

As soon as he walked in, he started to observe the shop, gently closing the door behind him. He took in each aspect, every concert poster hanging on the wooden wall, bookshelves standing against the walls and the collection of records and CD's on display.

''Hello, how are you doing?'' He asked to what looked like an empty shop, not noticing the girl kneeling down and organising boxes with extra records.

''Hi, I'm fine, thank you. Yourself?'' Y/N answered looking for the source of the voice while standing up and going to the counter.

''I-I'm good, yeah.. Er. w-would you mind if I take a look around?'' He didn't know why he asked that or why he stuttered but he just said the first thing on his mind considering how dumbfounded he was by the girl.

''I mean, I'm almost positive that that's what people do? But sure, if you need permission go ahead.'' She did know that her answer was a bit snarky, but it didn't bother her that much since she's known for snarky responses but also hard work. The boy just nodded.

Y/N continued doing her work while Harry couldn't help but glance at her every few minutes just to check where she was; as if she was going to disappear any second.

''So, is there an order or anything? An alphabetical order or genre, perhaps?'', he asked searching for ways to start a conversation.

''Yeah, alphabetical order.''

''Any signs where's from A to F is or any other letters?''

''Each record cabinet is an alphabetical order for itself. So all of them are ordered alphabetically, with all letters, just depends on which cabinet you're in front of.''