Just Haven’t Met You Yet (georgenotfound x reader)
Hi! this imagine is loosely based on the song “just haven’t met you yet” by michael buble !! https://open.spotify.com/track/4fIWvT19w9PR0VVBuPYpWA?si=8ad6f35153594838
summary: your parents gifted you a diary for your 13th birthday in which you wrote about your hopes for the future. luckily for you, some of those wishes just so happened to come true :)
You looked up at your parents with awestruck eyes as they handed you a mysterious wrapped package.
“Happy birthday honey!” your mom exclaimed as she patted your hand after you closed it around the package. Your dad smiled and rubbed your back, happy to see his child growing up.
“Well,” he started, gesturing towards the package, “open it up!” You didn’t waste any time opening up the package, ripping off the wrapping paper and throwing it behind your back like you were in some kind of Disney show. After a couple of moments, you had taken off all of the paper and revealed your present. A diary? A journal? You stared at the blue-hardcover book for a couple of seconds before you looked up at your parents with an unamsued look.
“Seriously?” you asked, not impressed with the gift. “Don’t get me wrong, thank you for the gift, I appreciate it, but why did you buy me this diary? What will I even do with this? Other than writing in it.”
Your mom simply smiled and patted your shoulder, “Who knows honey? Maybe this diary will prove to be useful in the future! Start by writing your bucket list or goals down!” she said, and pulled your dad’s arm towards the kitchen so he could start helping her with your cake. You flipped through the pages of the diary, searching for some other hidden surprise. After searching, unsuccessfully, you shrug and decide to give what your mom said a try. What could happen? You turned to head up to your room but you heard laughter in the kitchen.
You walked into the kitchen and saw your parents cheesily dancing to love songs from the radio together. You smiled, you wanted something like that in your future. Someone to love, someone to spend the rest of your life with. You ran up to your room, now having the motivation to write in your diary.
“Dear Diary,
Uh hi? I just turned 13 today! I got this diary as a present from my parents. Mom told me to write my goals and wants for the future. I don’t really know what I want in the future, but I know that I want to be like my mom and dad. Here is the list of things I want to do with my significant other so I can be like mom and dad:
I want to meet at a cafe
I want to go to a sunflower field
I want to build a snowman
I guess I should-”
“Honey!” your mom called from downstairs, “You cake is done! Come blow out the candles!” Grinning, you shut your diary, your thoughts interrupted and long forgotten. You never looked back to that entry as you grew up, only adding more and more on as you grew up. Eventually, you graduated high school, and got into a good college. Your life was changing, evolving. But of course, there are some things that stay the same.
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You strolled into your favorite cafe, “Downtown Press”. You got into line at the counter, tapping your foot to the beat of the song playing over the speakers as you waited for your turn at the counter. You glanced around at the other people in the cafe, there were people working on their laptops, people on dates, and some just enjoying the vibe. Soon, you got to the counter and relayed your order to the cashier. You thanked the worker, tipped, and went to wait by the counter where your drink and food would be given to you.
You scrolled through your phone until you heard your name being called. Tucking your phone into your pocket, you raised your hand as a greeting who called your name and grabbed your drink and bag with food in it. Deciding to eat the food back at your apartment, you quickly rushed to the door and pushed it open with your shoulder. Behind you, you heard someone playing gentle jazz on the saxophone and you turned around. At that exact moment, someone else decided to walk in your direction as well. The two of you collided, your drink spilling all over his shirt.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed as you grabbed the napkins from the bag that contained your food and thrusted them into his arms. “I’m so so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going!” you exclaimed more, nervousness taking over as you hoped the man wouldn’t be too mad.
“Don’t worry about it.” he said, grinning. The soft British accent surprised you, and you finally looked at the man you had bumped into in the face. He was very good looking, with his brown hair and brown eyes you could stare into for ages. Eventually, your “gazing” turned into staring and once you realized you immediately looked away, looking at anything but the man. Realizing you should say something, you immediately spoke up.
“Here, have my scone as an apology.” you said, slowly handing over the bag with your desert to the man. He smiled and grabbed the bag, peering into it. He hummed and handed it back to you.
“I’m not that big a fan of scones.” he stated. Your expression got a bit more solemn, and he definitely noticed. “Don’t worry! A date with the cute person who bumped into me at the coffee shop would be more than enough for an apology.” he said, and started smirking and raised his eyebrows.
Blinking a couple of times, you sheepishly smiled and nodded, accepting. “I think I could set that up for you.” you said, handing him your phone. “Here, put your number in.”
He inputted his number and his name. You took your phone back, read his name, and smiled. “Nice to meet you George, sorry if I made a bad first impression.”
“The pleasure is mine.” he said, sticking his hand out for you to shake.
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“Come on!” you exclaimed as you shut the door to George’s car. Running over to the side he was seated in, you opened his door and grabbed his wrist, eager to get to the flowers. He gave a soft smile as he followed you to the field, using his other hand to quickly lock the car. You paid the worker the money needed to enter the field and smiled. It was a perfect summer day: sunny and not too windy. George grasped your hand and smiled.
“Ready love?” he asked. You eagerly nodded and walked into the field, immediately amazed by the beauty of the flowers. You gently let go of George’s hand and spun around, basking in the feeling. He slowly plucked a flower while you were distracted and hid it behind his back. Noticing your boyfriend standing there and staring at you, you stopped spinning.
“What?” you asked, hands on your hips with an eyebrow raised. He said nothing and handed you the flower. Grinning, you tightened your grasp on the flower and smiled. “Thank you darling.” you stated as you grabbed his hand.
“Anything for you,” he cheesily replied as he spun you around once again. You landed pressed up against him. He kissed your forehead and smiled, placing his chin on the top of your head. You both swayed to the beat of an imaginary song. Breaking the silence, George softly mumbled out “Love, are the flowers green or yellow? I can’t tell.”
You started giggling, causing George to smile as well. “Colorblind bitch.” you jokingly mumbled back, “they’re yellow.” He made an “o” with his mouth and looked around at the sunflowers once again, as if taking them in again for the first time. You smiled at his face, not letting go of him.
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You searched for sticks as you watched George, all bundled up in sweaters and scarves, sticking his tongue out in an attempt to catch some snowflakes. He grinned as he tasted the frozen water on his tongue. His grin widened as he saw you were watching him.
“What’s wrong love?” he jokingly asked as he saw you playfully glaring at him.
“Help! me!” you exclaimed as you went on the hunt for sticks for your snowmens arms once again. Shaking his head he strode over to you, helping you hunt for sticks. Eventually, you both found four sticks that would be suitable. You walked over to the one you made and stuck them into the sides, as he did the same to his.
“Look, this one is you” he said, pointing at yours, “and this one is mine!” he finished, his finger now poised towards the snowman he had made. Laughing, you nodded and used your finger to write “George” and “Y/N” in the snow in front of your snowmen. You knew that the words would be covered by the falling snow eventually, but it was the thought that counts. Little did you know, George was watching you write the words with a lovestruck look upon his face. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find someone like you.
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