Harry Styles Imagines [Book 2]

In Pink [1/2]

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Y/N's POV

My attention was caught by a printed paper of HIRING posted on the glass door of a restaurant.

Me, hoping that I have a chance to work with them since I've been helping myself and my parents with the bills.

I was about to look through the large windows when suddenly a man, looking like in his 50's, with an apron came out, looking abrubtly irritated.

"Where could Hazza be? Jesus." He groaned to himself while looking around. "The cafe is so damn busy today and he managed to disappear?" He scoffed. Then, his eyes landed on mine. "Are you gonna apply?"

I smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'am."

"Uh," he scratched the back of his neck, "Can you maybe find Hazza for me first? The cafe is too busy today and I-"

"Sir! Where's my order?" A woman shouted inside.

"I have to go. Please do look for him. Uh, he has brown curls, wearing pink, and um, you can tell he's pretty just by looking at him." He nodded and walked back inside, not giving me time to answer.

I blinked twice, not seeming to catch up with what just happened.

Did he just asked me, an applicant, to find his dog?

Yeah, yeah he did.

Sighing, I started walking away to find Hazza. Cute name.

I didn't even got to ask what breed he is. Is he a poodle?

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"Hazza!" I called around the streets, hoping that the dog will come running to me.

I continued calling for him until I stopped in my tracks in an alleyway. I can't believe I'm trying to look for a dog and I don't even know what he looks like.

I noticed a man, wearing a polo with a shirt inside, leaning on the wall, looking at me with a questionable look on his face. Ignoring him, I went down to my knees in front of some bins. "Hazza? You in here?"

"Excuse me."

Harry's POV

"Hazza!" I removed my left airpod as I heared my name, turning my head, I saw a girl.

She was calling me.

She glanced at me but quickly looked away, still calling my name. I walked to her when she started kneeling and trying to find Hazza under some plastics.

I went down too, "What are you looking for?" She stood up so I did the same.

"Uh, I'm looking for a dog owned by a restaurant owner over there." She pointed it. "I think he left outside alone. His name is Hazza."