Harry Styles Imagines

Café

I walked into the small cafe as the bell chimed above my head. I smiled as I smelled that familiar coffee and chocolate smell. Finally, the one thing that I can be happy about. Today has just been a crap day I'm glad it's nearly over.

I hadn't realised that I bumped straight into a taller figure, their beverage pouring into my clothing. Crap.

"What the hell?!" The guy shouted at me. I looked up to see an angry looking guy not much older than me. Dark hair, Dark eyes, strong build.

"Me?!" I shrieked angrily. "You're the one who wasn't watching what you were doing retard!"

"Oh you lit-" He snapped raising his hand. I shut my eyes preparing for the impact but it never came. I opened my eyes to see another figure holding the stranger's arm.

"Hit her and you'll get it." He snapped, his grip tight on the violent man. The man mumbled some words under his breath before pulling his grip out of the other's and walking away. When the guy left, people started to clap; which only included of about 15 people.

"T-Thank you." I stuttered in a little shock of what just happened. He smiled back at me.

"Are you alright love?"

"Yeah." I reassured. "Thank you, I thought he would have hit and run." I chuckled dryly in a small sense of fear.

"Don't worry babe, I would never have let him lay a finger on you." He winked as his dimples immediately popped out of his cheek. I blushed and covered it with my hair. "Can I buy you a drink. On me beautiful."

"Shouldn't I be the one buying you a drink considering you did save me from that maniac?" I fiddled with my fingers a little in awe. He stared at me with eye to eye contact. Gosh he had beautiful green eyes.

He shrugged and led me towards the counter. "One iced choc Mocha double shot of drizzle and cream, hold the honey. And she'll have..."

"Really?!" I opened my eyes wide in shock.

"Yeah I know, I'm picky." He opened his wallet and took out a $10 bill.

"No, I order the exact same thing every week. Exactly."

"Really? Awesome. I thought I was the only one!" He exclaimed in excitement. "Make that 2 of those orders and one of your gift roses for this lovely lady."

I blushed.

"Oh you don't have to do that..."

"Harry, Harry Styles." He smirked grabbing a bunch of paper towels. Oh right, I have coffee all over my clothes.

"I'm Y/N but you don't need to know my last name yet. What's with the James Bond theme?" I laughed lightly nudging him with my shoulder.

"It sounds sexier. Did it work on you?"

"...Maybe so."