PERSONAL IMAGINE
Brit Awards
I excused myself from the table to go to the toilets. I shouldn't drink so much champagne otherwise I have to go to the restroom a few more times than I already went. It seems to take ages until I finally stand in front of the door for girls. But I stumble forward when someone runs into me from behind.
"Jeez, I'm so sorry!" I hear a deep voice exclaiming and when I turn around there is no one else than Harry Styles. My jaw drops while my eyes travel up and down his body.
"I just wanted to go to the toilets. I'm sorry, I didn't see you at all."
"That's okay. I mean—" I decide not to end my sentence because I already know it won't make any sense. I knew from the beginning that I will meet some celebrities and I did know that One Direction is attendant but I didn't think I would actually meet one of them.
"You, uh, you wanted to go to the toilets." I inform him since I sort of feel uncomfortable under his intense stare. Harry shakes his head and gives me his famous smile.
"I'm sorry," He apologizes again, "But would you like to tell me your name?"
"Naomi." I answer, a blush creeping its way onto my face.
"Do you have any plans for like, uhm, after the show, Naomi?"
"Yeah the after show party." I say, rolling my eyes while a giggle escapes my lips. Harry runs his hand through his hair, chuckling softly.
"Oh yeah, how about we—"
"...so I'm delighted to say the winner of the Global Success Award are," The words sound through the whole hall up to the restrooms, "One Direction, come and get it, boys!"
"...we meet at the After Show? I would really like to get to know you." Harry says, ignoring the announcement that has been made seconds ago.
"I'd love to, Harry, but wasn't that your band who just got announced?"
"Oh shit!" Harry says, suddenly panicking. He quickly grabs my hand and places a soft kiss on the back of it, "See you later, Naomi." And then he runs. I slowly follow him, walking back to my table, completely forgetting that I wanted to go to the toilet. Harry runs onto the stage and the boys quickly give him the microphone. Harry turns a bit around and our eyes meet.
"I'm really sorry I was having a wee," Harry says, winking at me with his boyish grin, "The toilets are ages away."
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Harry Styles Imagines
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] (1) Just a collection of Harry Styles imagines written by me.
