One Direction Imagines

Harry

"May I have your order please?" I asked the next costumer.

I was working as a part time cashier at Nando's. I wanted to earn some more pocket money during the summer holidays.

This customer was about in his early 20s. He was clad in a tight black jeans with a loose button down shirt. He was wearing a black hat.

Obviously, he was trying to keep his messy curls in place or to keep them away from one's eyes. But it failed. Miserably, I would say.

Nodding he ordered a whole lot of fast food.

How can someone eat so much?

Maybe he came with his friends?

Still, how can a group eat that much? Plus, I don't see any big groups around...

As he ordered what he wanted, my finhers ran across the screen, pressing the buttons and ordered," Please wait here." As I pointed towards the side of the counter, he moved away solemnly.

I busied myself. However, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was staring at me, scrutinising every action I did. Pretending I didn't see him, I continued.

As I place his order in a bag carefully and gently, I suddenly felt an excitement rush through me.

"Why did you buy so much food?" I asked without thinking.

Totally a loss of brain to mouth filter...

What have I done?

Ms Evergreen is so going to be so mad.

"I'm... I'm- Ugh. I'm so, so sorry. Pretend I never asked that. Just- just ignore..." I could not complete my sentence as I was interrupted by him.

"No. It's fine, Love."

What?

No one calls me that.

Not even my ex.

"So, erm. Why do you buy so much food, then?"

"Well, because we have a 'Niall Horan' in the house."

"Sorry what?"

As soon as a he said that, it looked as if he regretted telling that this 'Niall Horan' was in the house.

Who's this Niall Horan?

Is this a joke?

I was about to flare up when he leaned forward and said mysteriosly," Do you know who I am?"

Frowning, I asked as mysteriously," Who are you?"

Fed up, I went to collect his burger.

"Harry Styles," he finally said.

"Who?"

"I'm Harry Styles."

Looking back at the line. I realised there was no one there. So we've got all the time...

"Who's Harry Styles?"

"Me."

"And you are?"

"Harry Styles. I told you." He gave me a smirk," You really don't know who I am?"

"Nope. Sorry."

"You know... The band One Direction? Harry styles?" He said a little impatiently.

"Oh... Harry Styles. Now I know who you are. Your name rings a bell."

"So... erm. What time do you knock off?"

"Whoa. I just met you. And this is crazy. But I'm not giving you my number." I joked, quoting from my favourite song, Call Me Maybe.

Laughing, he said," I was just wandering..."

"Well, curiosity killed the cat."

Smirking he said," How about this? When you knock off, I'll treat you a meal."

"Well,..."

"Say Yes, please?" He looked at me, faking a pout.

I don't know what came over me. All I wanted Is to say no and call the manager, telling her that I was harassed by this guy named 'Harry Styles'.

But all that cam rout of my mouth was a," Fine."

What have I done?

What's wrong with the filter today?

Ugh...

Seeing his face turned into pure ecstacy made me smile.

"But..." I continued.

"Oh. The big 'but'."

Giggling, I continued," I'm not free tonight?"

"Sure. Can I have your number?"

"Like I said. No." I stood firm.

"Then no free dinner." He taunted.

"Fine. I'll give you mine but you have to give me yours too."

"Okay." He agreed immediately whipping put his phone.

We exchanged numbers and soon, it was time to knock off.

"Well, now, I'm knocking off."

Surprised, he said,"Now?"

"Yea. Well, I'll see you around... I guess." Giving him a smile. I went into the locker behind the kitchen.

Taking my stuff out, I made my way to the exit. Just then, I realised that Harry was waiting there.

"Hey." He greeted me.

"Hey."

"Well, I just realised I don't know your name."

"The name's Gabrielle."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He flattered, winking at me.

All of a sudden, his faced was pushed forward and he pressed his lips against my cheek.

That split second kiss in the cheek, made me so surprised. You could literally knock me down with a feather.

He jumped into a jet back van which drove away while I stood there in shock.

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