Imagine: Harry Edward Styles

Imagine: Nadya and Harry


It was just a normal day at the movie theater. You and a friend were buying huge bags of popcorn, large sodas, and Sour Patch Kids. All of that stuff was too much to handle. Of course, you chose TODAY to wear flip plops.

While carrying that huge bundle, you didn't see a person's foot was just sticking out of knowhere, and tripped, causing the popcorn and the soda to pour and drop on your whole body. Instead of watching the movie, those millions of eyeballs were all focused on you.

"Are you ok?", a stange voice asked.
At first, you thought it was your best friend, but it wasn't. It was a boy, who had curly hair and green eyes. His smile cought your eye.
"Are you ok?", he asked again.
"What- oh sorry, yes I'm fine, thank you for helping me up um,-", you didn't know his name.
"Harry", he said, in his cute little British accent.

"I'm Nadya.", you say,"Again, thank you a gazillion for helping me."
"My pleasure, love," Harry said.

And as you finally sit down, you see a piece of paper stuck to your pocket. It had a phone number. And it said:

Call me maybe?
~ Harry XxXx