harry styles imagines

meeting harry (famous)

where you meet harry on the street in london, and he flirts with you :) if you like it make sure to vote, i'll start trying to post more imagines soon!

<Sabrina's pov>

I was in London for two weeks on vacation, with my mom and dad, and it was already driving me crazy. With the constant bickering, and the fact that we got lost every time we left the hotel, it was staring to feel less and less like a vacation. We were on the third day, and we were walking around aimlessly, lost again, on the streets of London. We were awkwardly trying to pretend like we knew what we were doing, because looking like a tourist in London is basically worse than death. My parents were walking into every single store they saw on a strip of road, and I honestly could not care less. They kept doing boring things that I couldn't care less about, and it was cold outside so I just wanted to stay inside somewhere for a while and chill there. None of the shops looked promising to me, so I decided to walk and down a few side streets as I waited for them. I left the store they were currently in, walking down the street, when I turned the corner and collided with a fellow jogger. I cursed under my breath, because they literally scared the absolute shit out of me! I looked up as I apologized, nearly shitting myself when I saw who I had just ran into and almost been knocked over by. Harry Styles was standing in front of me, looking down at me, in a grey sweatshirt and shorts. I immediately forgot how to breathe, and my palms started sweating making me look like an absolute idiot. "Oh my god, holy shit-shoot, uh I mean, um, I just, uh, wow, um hi, uh, I love you?" I said, though it came out as more of a question than a statement. He must be good at dealing with weird ass fans, because he only smiled at me and nodded, walking closer to me. "Sorry, I'm nervous, clearly. I love you so much," I finally said, and he smiled a big, dimply smile, making my heart melt even more. "Thank you, love," he said back, his accent thick and his voice deep and rough, probably from working out and running. Well, that was fucking hot, I thought to myself. He called me love! I literally thought I was going to faint right then and there. he asked me what I was doing in London, and I told him about how it was a present for getting good grades in my first semester of college, and he congratulated me. I thanked him, and asked him what he was up to, pretending that I didn't already know every single thing about him. we talked about music, and the differences between London and America. I heard my name being called from down the street, and I couldn't believe how bad my luck was. I turned to Harry, who was already looking me up and down, making me blush. "Hey, since I'll probably never see you again sadly, and I love you so much, do you think we could take a picture together?" I asked, my hands still shaking as I couldn't believe how nice he really was in person. obviously, I heard many and many stories about fans meeting him, and he sounded so sweet and caring in all of them, but I never thought that I would ever meet him. I was so glad that my outfit was sort of cute, as I was wearing leggings and a black long sleeve dress over it, with a long black jacket over it, seeing that it was cold in London. It was colder in London than where I lived in America, so I must've looked a bit strange being so bundled up, but I was just glad I didn't look too stupid in front of harry. he smiled and shook his head, as I handed him my phone. He pressed the home button on my phone to open up the camera, and I wanted to die when I saw, and he saw, that my lock screen was a photo of him, well, many photos of him. He just chuckled as he slid up and opened the camera, flipping it around so it was facing us. He looked so beautiful, I had to stop myself from just staring at him the whole time. We smiled big, and he took several photos of us, looking through them to make sure they were cute enough. "They're perfect, like you. Thank you so much harry, I love you a lot," I said to him, beginning to walk away. "Wait!" I heard him call from behind me as I turned around. he jogged towards me. "Maybe this doesn't have to be the last time we talk to each other though?.." he trailed off. I was confused. "What's your number?" he asked me and my jaw dropped. He was asking me for my number?? I nearly fainted, but wrote my number down in his phone, setting myself as a contact. he looked at his phone afterwards, smiling. "Sabrina..." he said my name and it sounded like literal angels singing. "That's a lovely name, love," he said, making me melt. I smiled big, making him smile as he looked down at me. "Are you enjoying England?" he asked me, and I nodded. "Well, I am now," I said to him honestly, motioning to the fact that he was standing in front of me. He was just swearing a sweater and shorts and he looked so beautiful and amazing, I couldn't believe that he was real. "Thank you harry, I love you so much, you are so amazing, thank you so much. You mean so much to me, I hope you have a great day," I said to him. He thanked me, and I hugged him, before walking away, turning around and waving at him before the light changed, and he jogged away.