Charlie Puth Imagines {COMPLETE}

nyc || love interest

Imagine: love interest
Age: college
Type: meet him, crush on him, get his #
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For the last 3 years, you had promised yourself that one year, you would treat yourself to a Christmas trip to New York City.

Well, this was the year. You had just boarded the plane with your best friend. Together, you both were going to each get a hotel room to yourselves and you were going to shop and get a hot boyfriend and all the good stuff.

The flight was 5 hours, but that wasn't bad. When you got there, it was even better than you had pictured. Fresh snow was on the ground and it was snowing lightly outside. Christmas lights were everywhere and everyone was window shopping.

You and your friend took a taxi to your hotel and got situated in the hotel room before going downtown for some dinner and coffee.

"Hm... Y/N, this place looks nice. Can we try this?" Your friend suggested. You looked up. It was a Chinese restaurant and a coffee shop in one place.

"Yeah, that looks good," you agreed, going inside the restaurant. You got a table and it started to snow hard outside. It was such a pretty sight while you waited for the waiter to come to your table.

The waiter came to your table finally after about a 5 minute wait.

"Um... I'll just have water," you said politely.

"Yes, ma'am. And you?" He asked your friend.

"I'll have... Dr. Pepper," she replied, smiling up at him. The waiter had spiked blond hair and he looked like he should be working in LA, not New York. He nodded at her and left. "He's hot," she said, staring off into space. You wrinkled your nose.

"He's not my type," you replied. You continued to watch it snow, fascinated at the sight because it didn't snow much where you lived.

"You're such a dork," she laughed. You smiled, knowing it was true. She always told you that you had bad taste in men. She seemed to like all the typical hot boys.

By the end of the night, your friend had been chatting it up with that guy, she had gotten his number and left him a huge tip.
She spent the whole night back at the hotel texting him, but you just texted your mom goodnight.
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The next day was very eventful. More snow, of course, and you and your friend had gone shopping, one of your favorite things to do.

By the time dinner rolled around at about 7, you had eaten so many free samples of things and tried so much food that afternoon that all you wanted was a cup of hot chocolate.

Just as you were thinking that, your friend said something.

"Hey, that place is famous for how good their hot chocolate is, wanna go there?" She asked, pointing to a place a few feet ahead.

"Oh, yeah, sure. I've heard of that place," you said, nodding. You followed her into the cute little shop. The smell of hot chocolate, coffee and warm pastries in the cozy little restaurant invited you right in. Your nose was pink and about to freeze off and this felt so cozy.

There was a little bit of a line, so you had to stand in line. Of course, your friend was standing there, looking for any hot baristas that she could text. After analyzing all the guys, she sighed.

"No one," she reported to you. "You'd think a place like this would..." You began to tune her out. She said there was no one, but the boy at the front taking orders caught your eye.

Light brown hair, maybe 22 years old, a cute face, something above his right eye... he was really, really cute.

"Not even him?" You asked, poking her. She studied him for a few more seconds.