Harry Styles Imagines

63 - Speed dating (au)

PERSONAL IMAGINE

Speed dating

                            "I don't want to do that! There are only idiots!" I groan as my best friends pulls at my arm, dragging me into a little café where a little crowd of men and women are.

 "Come on, we have to be quick before every seat is taken."

 "I wouldn't mind, honestly." I say and look tiredly through the crowded room. At least I can't see a familiar face. That would be so embarrassing! My best friends pushes me onto a chair before she takes place next to me on another table. In front of me is an empty seat and next to my right hand is a little timer set on 2 minutes.

 Speed dating.

 I have never done it before and I planned on never doing it but then my friend came with the lovely idea of looking for a man for me and now I'm sitting here on a chair, waiting for a man to tell me their life story in two minutes in hope I will be interested. Every man here is either unattractive or already looks boring.

 How fucking lovely.

 It's not that I'm picky or narcissistic but I do have some expectations on a man and the men who are here do not seem like they could fulfill any of my wishes. After a young woman explained the rules a man in my age sits down in front of me. Blonde, short hair, brown eyes, looking tired and boring. He starts with his story and I hope the two minutes will be over soon.

 "...and I like spending time with my mother. She is very lovely. I once helped her in the garden which made me think that I should work as—"

 Bzzzzzz.

"Oh, how bad, our time's over. I'm sorry." I say and he nods, shaking my head before taking a seat in front of my friend. Well, have fun with him. He was so boring I could have fallen asleep right here and there.

 That also counts for the next man.

 And the next.

 And the next.

 Until a young man takes a seat in front of me who does not fit in here. Green, sparkly eyes. Curly, brunette hair. Pink and full lips. Tall, skinny, muscular, handsome. Damn, this man—why is he so freaking hot? And the smirk that is placed on his face just adds to his hotness and I really want to grab his hand and pull him home so we can have fun because when he wets lips with his tongue I start to imagine what he could do with his tongue to me...

 "You don't wanna tell me your name? You know we only have two minutes and the first is already over." 

 "Oh, um, my name's Merriam."

 "Harry, in case you didn't listen to me."

 "So go on, tell me your life story."

 Why is a man like him, who obviously could have every freaking woman on this planet with a snip of his fingers, doing speed dating?

 "Why don't you tell me your story, hm, baby?"

 Call me one more time 'baby' with this raspy voice and I will jump over this table and make out with you, right here in front of everyone, I think to myself.

 "I have nothing prepar—"

 Bzzzzzzz.

 Are you fucking serious?

 "Well, Harry, it was nice to meet you."

 "But baby, our time isn't even over yet." He tells me and I see him starting the timer new, two minutes for us again. The man who would be next groans and tells him that he can't do that, that he can't break the rules.

 "Could you shut up, old man?" Harry replies to the man who maybe is in his mid-thirties, "I have a date."

 I blush. He knows exactly what he is doing and what kind of effect he has on me and every other girl and I know I shouldn't let it go to my head but he is just so attractive and sexy.

 "What brought you here?" I ask him.

 "I heard here are a few beautiful girls but I guess they were wrong," Harry says and stares directly into my eyes, I feel dizzy, "because I see only one."

 "You're really charming, Harry." I say, giggling. The redness is still visible on my cheeks and I wish I could hide it but I don't know. The buzzing sound interrupts our moment together, again. I sigh and Harry rolls his eyes. The man behind him already gets impatient.

 "Can I see you again, baby? Maybe next time without a time limit?" He says and pulls one corner of his mouth up, giving me a sexy, wry smile. I nod as I stare at him.

 "Sure."

 "Your number?" Harry asks and holds up his phone. I take it and type my number into his phone. He stands up and goes around the table. The next man already sits down and folds his hands in front of him but I stare at Harry who walks toward me, leaning down to give me a kiss on the cheek.

 "It was nice meeting you, Merriam. See ya." He whispers in my ear and I close my eyes for a moment. When I open them again he is gone and all I hear is the man babbling in front of me. But all I see are Harry's green eyes and all I feel are his warm lips on my cheek.

 I know him for barely five minutes but he already has me wrapped around his little finger.