Seeing Harry Styles in Public
another outcome of my boredom :] requested: nuh uh warnings: fluff and cringe lol author: Abby a/n: another personal imagine because why not summary: Indigo and Abby spot Harry in a cafe... what will happen next?
*gif is not mine*
Abby stirred her frappuccino absentmindedly, her eyes glued to the book she was reading. Indigo was busy typing away on her computer, either the book that she and Abby were writing or the lyrics to another one of her songs. Both girls were too distracted by their work to see a familiar face walk into the café. It wasn’t until the man walked up to the counter that they finally recognized him.
“I’ll take an espresso, please,” the man said. Abby glanced up, instantly noticing the voice. Her eyes wandered around the café until they fell on none other than Harry Styles. Her face flushed red in realization. Once Harry had taken his order and walked back to his table she nudged Indigo.
“Did you see him?”
“See who?” Indigo asked, still focused on her computer.
“Harry Styles! I swear that he just walked past us!”
“Dunno, my song is the only thing I’m worried about now,” she replied, not bothering to look up. “But if you’re so desperate, why don’t you see for yourself?”
Abby feigned hurt. “You know I can’t do that! My face would be as red as a tomato!”
“It already is,” Indigo noted. Abby groaned and rested her head in her hands. “Complain all you want but this is your last chance to finally meet him, so it’s now or never.”
She snapped her fingers and fished out her phone from her purse. Indigo rolled her eyes and went back to her songwriting. Abby pulled up the camera and tried to take a subtle picture, failing to notice that her flash and her ringer were on. With a loud click! and a quick flash of light she was exposed. Harry glanced up and smiled.
“Ya know, if ya wanted a picture ya could’ve just asked me,” he said.
“So much for subtlety.” Abby shot Indigo a look and she grinned innocently. She cupped her hands to create a makeshift microphone and whisper-yelled “She’s a reaaaally big fan!” Abby slapped her playfully and turned back around, blushing.
“It’s true,” she said. “Sorry for bothering you.”
“Not at all, it’s always a pleasure to meet the fans.” Harry walked over to where the two girls were sitting and smiled. “Harry Styles, and who might you be?”
Abby opened her mouth but the words died in her throat. She leaned over to Indigo and whispered, “What’s my name again?” Harry laughed while Indigo facepalmed dramatically.
“This is Abby ‘I Can’t Talk in Front of Celebrities’ Henderson, and I’m her friend Indigo.”
“Nice to meet ya both! I’m assuming you’ll be wanting a picture?”
Abby tried to say something but Indigo cut her off. “Yes, my friend here would love a picture, but first she’d like to have a nice, long, conversation with you. That shouldn’t be too hard, right Abby?”
“Not helping,” she replies. “But yes, I’d be fine with just talking if that’s alright.”
Indigo smirked and said, “Are you both free for about another hour?” Abby and Harry both nodded. “Great, well I’m not, so enjoy your date!” She slammed her computer shut and ran out the door, leaving Harry and Abby both speechless.
Harry shrugged and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Well, I’m going on a walk, so could ya do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
Harry extended his hand and said, “Could ya hold this for me?”
She gaped at him like he had just grown a second head. “Y-you’re serious?”
“Yep,” he replied, lacing her fingers with his. “I guess you have your friend to thank.”
I nod in agreement, then get a text from her. “Speak of the devil.”
Indigo: Damn, it feels good to be a gangster
Abby: IOU big time
Indigo: I take my cash in Jane Austen books, thank you
