I walk through the streets without any haste, unlike most of the people on the streets I don't have anywhere to be. My morning lecture was cancelled since the professor is sick and thanky to that I've got the whole day off.
So I take my time walking down the streets, looking in some shop windows and searching for some new clothes. I haven't bought anything new in ages and I really need new stuff since summer is coming.
After a few hours of trying on clothes, buying some and strolling through London my feet are hurting like hell. I decide to get some coffee and some muffin or cookie to rest a little and get back to shopping later.
I spot a small café in a side alley and instantly go over. There aren't many people in it. Some college students, an old couple and a short line of two people in front of the counter.
I smile to myself as the atmosphere is rather quiet and cozy. That's the perfect place to relax. After some minutes of waiting it's already my turn to order. I decide for my usual Cappuccino and some chocolate cake that just looks so damn delicious.
After paying and receiving my coffe and cake I shoot one last smile to the lady behind the counter before I turn around and search for the perfect place for me to sit down. I instantly spot a free table with some comfy looking seats in the corner and head for it.
Lucky as I am the door flies open just when I pass it and seconds later I feel a body collide with mine. My hot coffee spills all over my shirt and bag, burning my skin a little. I instantly start cursing, as I feel the liquid on my skin and try not to lose my balance so my cake won't go to waste too.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I hear a deep voice say as I put my half empty cup aside on a table and grab some napkins. This was my favourite shirt to wear and I hope the coffee wouldn't ruin it.
So I keep wiping my shirt clean as the person I crushed into hands me some more napkins. Shit I hope the shirt will be white again after washing.
"I'm really sorry. I'll pay for the shirt." The same deep voice states again but I just shake my head as I keep trying to get my shirt dry and clean. "No need for that, such things happen."
"Then at least let me get you a new cup of coffee." He states and I finally turn my attention away from my shirt and up to the guy in front of me. "What was that? Latte Macchiato? A Cappuccino?"
I just look at him with my mouth agape while my brain runs wild. There's to much going on inside my mind at this moment to find words to answer but somehow I get out one word. "Cappuccino."
He nods and turns away while I can't help but stare at him. Did I just crash into Harry fucking Styles? I try to keep calm and stay cool but it's hard to keep calm when you've just met your idol and celebrity crush number one.
After some minutes he returns with two cups in his hands and a guilty smile on his lips. His green eyes and locks falling in his face are just as gorgeous as in all the pictures I've seen.
"Where'd you wanna sit?" He asks me and a goofy grin forms on my face. I point to the table I had in mind before we crashed together and he instantly heads in the direction and all I can do is follow him.
He sets down the two coffees as I put down my plate with the chocolate cake. Much to my surprise he doesn't run off like I would have expected, instead he sits down on the soft chair as I do the same.
"So are you gonna tell me your name or do you wanna stare at me like that a little longer?" He smiles at me causing my cheeks to blush.
"I'm (Y/N)." I tell him and he smiles that genuine smile I love so much. "Nice to meet you (Y/N), I'm Harry and I'm really sorry for making you spill your coffee and ruin your shirt."
I hope you liked the imagine @_ForeverStyles_
xx S
