Harry walked into the cafe late Saturday evening. It'd be a stressful day and all he wanted was a warm coffee and to listen to some relaxing music.
He leaned back in the cherry wood chair waiting for his coffee. He ran a hand through his hair. All he wanted was to relax in a dark place where he didn't have to think too hard.
Suddenly a small purple light lit up the stage area. A band began to hook up their instruments. Harry looked away, he hoped their music was soothing, more in the indie genre. He really didn't think he could deal with anything else with his pounding headache.
His coffee came, sooner than he had anticipated and he made a mental note to tip the waitress well.
"Everyone please give a hand for the Immortal Bandits!" The announcer said and light clapping ensued. Harry sipped his drink, surveying the lead guitarist. He had dark shaggy hair, stubble, and piercings galore. Golden and red tattoos ran up and down his arms.
Harry could tell from the first chord they struck that he would love the song. It was so beautiful, but in a melancholy way. He waited for the deep tones of the guitarist's voice, but they never came. Instead,a higher-pitched voice began to sing. Harry looked back to see an absolutely enchanting girl. She sat on a stool, and though she was the bassist she appeared to be the lead singer.
Harry found her delicate tone infatuating, and would later be known to compare it to that of an angel's voice. He felt his body relax, his stress headache disappear.
Eventually the boy joined in with the girl, but still Harry tuned his ear to hear her voice only. He felt entranced, completely at the mercy of this girl, and her vocal chords. He loved the way her lips formed the words she sung, the way her fingers changed chords, the way she closed her eyes and smiled sometimes as she sang.
They only played five songs in total, but Harry felt as though he'd been there for ages, for years. He felt as if he'd always known this girl, and he especially felt like all he wanted was to see her again. The cafe was small, but the lights were dim so it was hard to see the band after they left the stage. However, Harry leaped up, almost spilling the remainder of his drink. He pushed past people, muttering deep voiced apologies.
Finally he was in front of the girl, she was packing up her bass guitar with gentle movements.
"Hello," Harry said, still out of breath by her beauty.
"Hi," the girl answered curiously.
"S-sorry to bother you," he said awkwardly. She stood up straight now, taking him in.
"I was in the audience, this is my first time," he was rambling and he knew it but the girl seemed to polite to indicate she cared.
"And I heard your voice, it's so beautiful, it's so incredible. I can't get it out of my head." A blush covered her like an ocean wave and Harry once again felt smitten.
"I'm Harry by the way," he informed her rapidly.
"Harry," she smiled and Harry felt as though he might melt. "I've always loved that name. I'm Y/n."
"Uh, this may seem forward, but can I give you my number, I know I'll regret it the rest of my life if I don't," he didn't even know what he was saying, just that he couldn't let this girl leave.
"Of course," she said rather stunned. He put it in her phone hastily. She smiled at him after he handed her phone back, and everything felt brighter.
"Thanks Harry, for everything, I don't normally get such nice compliments."
"Yeah well," Harry said scratching the back of his neck. "You should."
Then she did something Harry hadn't been expecting, but even if he'd known ahead of time he didn't think he'd ever be truly prepared for the way it made him feel. She placed a hand on his shoulder, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. He was almost certain his knees were about to give out.
"I'll definitely call you Harry," she said and then her band mates called her.
"I have to go," she sighed and began to leave, Harry was still frozen. She waved at him as she left, and he was thankful he had enough sense to wave back. He would definitely be visiting this cafe again.
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Harry Styles Imagines and one-shots.
RomanceThis is the imagines and one shots I wrote for my Tumblr page, I thought I'd put them here too. They were written a while ago just to let you know. The most recent one is at least two years old.