Harry Styles Imagines

Twix- part 1

Backstory- you guys are sorta famous but surprisingly haven't heard about each other. You guys are both very obnoxious and arrogant. (Sorry if he's not our normal loving Haz in this one)

Story-
I was so hungry. So damn hungry! I decided that after my photo shoot for vogue I guess I could just go and grab a candy bar from the guy outside the building, since our stupid vending machine didn't have a twix.

I straightaway walked out, not even bothering to grab my coat. Bad decision-it was way too cold outside. As I went over to the stall outside the building, I reached for the twix, and my hand brushed against someone else's. All I could think was who the heck was trying to take my twix.

I pulled harder on the packet while the other person did the same.   Who the hell do they think they are? Finally I looked up at the same time as them. The guy scoffed, but stopped midway and stared at me. Oh please don't be another adoring fan.

Harry's POV

I looked up at the person who was attempting to snatch my twix. But woah. She was beautiful, with long brown hair and alluring curves (or however your beautiful body looks) and those soft blue eyes.

She saw me staring at her and managed to snatch the twix out of my hand. "Damn it, who do you think you are? Do you know who I am?" I snapped.

"Do you know who I am?" She asked, with a raise of her brows. "I'm Harry Styles." "I'm Y/N. And I've never heard of a Harry Styles. Lame name if ya ask me."

"Y/N isn't that great of a name either," I scoffed. "Whatever." "You owe me that twix, by the way," I said. "How bout I repay you over drinks?" She suggested, seductively leaning in.

"How about you don't?" She seemed shocked. "Do you really not know who I am?" She asked. "Do you really not know who I am?" I inquired back.

"Are you that guy in the soup commercial?" She asked. I rolled my eyes. "Are you the girl from that toilet commercial?" Lame comeback, I know. "But anyways, nice meeting you Larry." "It's Harry!" "Sure it is. Larry sounds nicer. It's sounds more real."

"That doesn't make sense," I said. "You don't make sense," She retorted, like a three year old. "Nice comeback." "Nice face." "I know, I've had many girls tell me that." "Well, take it from a girl, they were lying," she said matter of factly.

"You don't even look like a girl," I scoffed. That was a lie, she definitely looked like a girl, a beautiful figure and striking eyes, and make up, but not that much that she looked like plastic, but just the right amount to display her facial features.

"Well, sometimes I wish I wasn't," she whispered. Not in a seductive way or anything, but in a sad way. She looked like she was having a flashback. "So, coffee?" I suggested. "I don't do coffee, pick me up at seven at the Stylinson hotel." And she walked off, her hair swishing side to side.

A/N - so this will probably be a series with like maybe 5-6 parts, I'm not too sure. Make sure to comment, request and vote!