Hi love💕 can you please do an imagine where y/n is super hard to get but Harry feels determined to get her and at the end he ends up doing it but after having to convince her. Thanks babe.😊
I tweaked that just a tad! x
You were a friend of Glenne; even had a part in setting her and Jeff together.
“Tonight is the night we finally find you a man.” Glenne said, looking at you as you put on your earrings.
You rolled your eyes, “How many times do we have to talk about this?”
“For as long as you actually get a man.” Glenne raised her eyebrow.
“I’m going with the flow, G. I’m not going to force myself into a relationship. You know how I like things,” You popped your lips, looking at your lipstick before turning to look at Glenne, “Nice and slow.”
“You look hot.” Glenne grinned, looking at you. You had an off shoulder beige crop flowy top, black high waisted skinny jeans, burgundy chelsea boots and your hair is up in straight ponytail. Your make up was light but you had an eye catching burgundy lipstick along with your gold hoop earrings.
Your grin matched hers as you glanced at the mirror one more time before you and Glenne got out of your house and drove to Jeff’s, where he was throwing a small get-together for his close friends and a few of his crew.
“I’m telling you, you and Harry would make a really hot couple.” Glenne said.
You groaned, “What’s it with you and talking to me about him all the time?” You parked, unbuckling your seatbelt.
“You’re my best friend. I want the best for you and Harry is exactly that.” Glenne said as you both walked towards the door, Glenne unlocking it with her key.
You were met with laughter of people and chatter and the smell of colognes.
“Finally!” Jeff grinned, walking towards you and Glenne, greeting her with a kiss on the lips before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “Finally took a day off to see us?” Jeff teased you with a roll of his eyes as you all walked towards the others who were sat in the living room.
“I figured I’d let you have the fun of seeing me.” You joked.
“Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the next big businesswoman who spends her single life working and traveling.” Jeff said as you chuckled, waving at those who sat.
Your eyes lingered on floral pants, traveling to see who wore them, smiling when you saw that it was the one and only person Jeff and Glenne have been trying to set you up with; Harry Styles.
Harry’s eyes lingered on you, an intrigued smile on his face as he stood, approaching you and offering his hand, “Harry.” He spoke, his eyes not leaving yours. You put your hand in his, shaking it.
After greeting everyone else, you all sat, chatting about everything and anything. You were sitting on the couch opposite to Harry, who would grin whenever he said something that made you laugh.
“Y/N, could you be a darling and empty more snacks in bowls from the kitchen?” Glenne asked, batting her eyelashes at you.
You nodded, standing up, “Right pantry?”
“They’re on the counter.” Jeff answered, “Harry, can you help her? They’re a lot for just one person.”
You glared at the couple when you understood what they were after before smiling slightly, looking at Harry who gestured for you to walk in front of him.
You both walked towards the kitchen, Harry supporting a dimpled smile when he noticed your chelsea boots, glancing at his own for a moment.
“I’ll get the bowls, why don’t you open the bag?” You suggested. Harry nodded.
“I like the boots.” Harry said as you put the bowls in front of him.
You smiled, looking at them before looking at his, “I like yours, too. Wait, I think I saw a tweet the other day of your glittery gold ones?”
Harry nodded, “I have an obsession.”
No way! Me too,“ You chuckled, “Jeff got me these rainbow ones last month.”
“These were for you?” Harry gasped, “I helped him choose them.” He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter at the thought of you wearing something he chose.
“I love them.” You giggled, “We need to get those outside.” You held two bowls in your arms. You smirked at him before walking outside. Harry smiled to himself with a shake of his head before holding the other bowls in his arms and following you.
For the rest of the night, you noticed it; Harry trying to impress you and if not, he would be glancing at you. You caught him two times biting his lip before looking the other way with a dimpled smile once he noticed that you caught him. You looked at your phone’s clock, seeing it was 12 am.
You stood up, “Well, I gotta go. It’s midnight already and you guys know I’m not a fan of driving this late.” You looked at Jeff and Glenne.
“Aw, the night is just starting. We can give you a ride home.” Jeff said.
“Wait, Harry lives close to you.” Glenne said, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a ride?” She looked at Harry with a sly grin, wiggling her eyebrows.
“I definitely wouldn’t.” He smiled, looking up at you.
“You looked from Jeff and Glenne to Harry before feigning a yawn, "It’s okay. I’m feeling sleepy anyway. Harry can enjoy the rest of the night.”
At this, Harry, too, yawned. “I might be getting a tad sleepy too. Come on. Goodnight, everyone.” Harry waved as he stood up, standing beside you. You looked at him in surprise before saying goodbye to everyone and walking towards the door with Harry following you.
With a smirk and a confident expression, you unlocked your car. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you?” Harry asked.
You opened your car door, getting inside. “Goodnight, Styles.” You closed the door, blew him a kiss before driving off, leaving a very flustered Harry behind.
Harry entered the house again, “She didn’t even give me her number.” He frowned to Jeff and Glenne.
“Y/N…” They both said in unison.
The next day, you woke up and was scrolling through your phone, tapping on the new follower request on instagram. Your eyes immediately fell on the light blue check mark before you saw his name; harrystyles.
With a smile and a giddy feeling, you accepted his request.
It was a total coincidence for Harry. He was checking to see if you had accepted his request, meeting your profile loading pictures instead. He smiled, scrolling through your posts.
he smiled when he saw a picture of you and and a puppy, wanting to scroll down but instead, he double tapped.
“Shit!” He checked when the picture was posted, his eyes widening when he saw that it was a year ago. “Shit! Fuck!” It was too late to unlike it now, if you had the notifications appearing in the newsfeed, he already had looked like a creep.
That night, as he was having a drink with Mitch, he held his phone, debating whether or not he should send you a direct message.
‘Hi :) x’
15 minutes later, you replied back.
‘Hi, you. :)’
Harry frowned at the lack of x’s. Maybe you just didn’t use them.
'I’ll be straightforward. I want to see you again. Is that fine? x’
You replied minutes later,
I might be busy this whole week’
Harry cursed under his breath,
'Next week? :) x’
'Sure. :) x’
He smiled at the x.
'Here’s my number ***-****. Text me whenever you’re free. x’
He waited for a reply, supporting a frown when he didn’t receive one until he was in bed, ready to sleep.
'Will do. x’
The week couldn’t have been going any slower. Harry would watch all your instagram stories, smiling to himself or showing your selfie to whoever was beside him. But you didn’t text him and he was beginning to worry if you ever were going to. Not to brag but if any other girl, they’d be kissing right now yet here he is, not even having your number.
It was exactly 13 days after your instagram texts when he found an unknown number calling him. He answered, “Hello?”
“I’m free tonight. Are you?” You said just as he answered.
Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he smiled, “Y/N?”
You hummed in confirmation. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m free. Uh, when?”
He smiled, nodding to himself. “7 it is. Text me your address so I can pick you up.”
“Will do, Styles. Casual or dressy?” You asked.
“Casual.” He answered although he, for one, had no idea where was he taking you yet.
“Got it. See you later, Styles.” He could hear the smirk in your voice before you hung up. He fist bumped the air before rushing to his room, opening his closet while different places floated in his head.
I’m his favorite black chelsea boots, black wife legged pants that had floral design at the end of it and a red shirt tucked inside loosely with a few buttons undone, Harry drove towards your address, finding that you really lived close to him.
He walked towards your door, clearing his throat and straightened his shirt and pants before he rang the doorbell.
After the second ring, he was met with you; clad in an outfit similar to his only your black wide legged pants were plain and you had a blue shirt that was also loosely tucked inside, brown chelsea boots on your feet. You both looked at each other’s outfits before bursting out laughing.
“You stole my look!” You laughed, closing the door behind you.
“You definitely stole mine, love.” Harry laughed, shaking his head.
“Now we’re going to look like we’re matching.” You joked, walking beside him towards his car.
“We are.” He bumped his hip with yours with a smile before opening the door for you.
“So, where are you taking me?” You asked after buckling your seatbelt, looking at him.
“Should I keep it as a surprise?” Harry asked you, turning the ignition on.
You nodded excitedly, slumping in your seat.
He took you to a bowling alley where you crushed his ass then to a small pub owned by a family with karaoke.
You laughed as Harry’s cheeks were pink and his eyes glaring at you jokingly. “I’m never letting you choose me a song. How was I supposed to sing Despacito?”
You laughed, holding your stomach as you had tears in your eyes. “I recorded it!”
Later that night, when Harry drove you home and walked you to your door, he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down nervously. “I had fun tonight.” He said.
You smiled, “I mean, you were alright.” You joked.
Harry’s jaw dropped, eyes looking at you with worry, “You didn’t like it?”
“I’m just joking,” You giggled. You unlocked the door before standing against it.
“Does that mean I won a second date?” Harry smirked, taking closer steps towards you.
“Wait, tonight was a date?” You asked, almost laughing at Harry whose face fell. “Don’t go fainting on me now. I’m just joking, again.” You giggled.
Harry groaned but smiled, “Stop that.”
“But yes, you won yourself a second date,” You smiled before looking at him with a serious face, “Or did you?” and with that, you got inside, closing the door behind you as you were a giggling mess. You looked at Harry discreetly as he, again, looked flustered.
“She’s going to kill me.” Harry said once Glenne picked up the phone as he drove back home.
The next following days and weeks, you were getting pampered by Harry. When you woke up one day to a Gucci box on your doormat, attached to it an envelope, you were gobsmacked. Inside the box were a pair of customized Chelsea boots that had 3 little daisy flowers on each side, a card that said that they were customized just for you. When you teared open the envelope, you couldn’t contain the grin on your face.
'I saw daisies the other day and thought of you. Also thought of Chelsea boots (I always am). So this happened. I hope you like them. xx -Harry’
You rushed to call him, waiting impatiently for him to pick up. “Yellow?” He answered.
“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed.
“You got the gift?” Harry asked in a happy time.
“I did. But why? Why get me anything in the first place?”
“Because I want to. Also, figured they’d make you happy and guessing from this phone call, you are.” He replied.
“I am.” You giggled.
“Why don’t you put them on on your next date? Tomorrow? Breakfast? You, me, together.” He said nervously.
“I’d love to.” You smiled.
“Great! Wonderful! I’ll pick you up, text me the time, yeah?”
After you hung up and you squealed to yourself, you were already running towards your room to put your outfit together for the following day.
After falling asleep with a smile on both of your faces and getting ready, Harry stood inside your house as you put on your new boots.
“Ow did you even know my size?” You asked.
“Glenne.” Harry replied, opening the door for you and watching as you locked it behind you before you both walked towards his car.
“Of course.” You chuckled.
After arriving to a coffee shop nearby, you and Harry sat down after having your drinks and donuts, beginning to talk about everything.
“So, you like traveling?” Harry asked.
“Love.” You corrected with a smile.
“Do you travel alone?”
You nodded, “Sometimes a friend or some join but I’m mostly alone when I do.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely sometimes?” Harry asked, fiddling with his straw.
You shrugged, “Sometimes it does.”
“Well maybe we should travel together.” Harry suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Maybe we should.”
It was the after your fourth date that you and Harry finally kissed. It was the cliché moment of a kiss goodnight on your doorstep, teenage blushes and grins after you pulled away.
It was the sixth date when Harry asked you the question;
“Would you be my girlfriend?” He shouted over the music as you both stood in a local underground band’s concert.
You stopped midway dancing, a grin on your face as you looked at him. “What?” You shouted.
“I asked you,” He shouted, smiling down at you, “Would you be my girlfriend? Save me some energy?” He grinned teasingly.
You nodded, pressing your lips on his, his hands holding your waist tightly.
“Finally. You drove me crazy, woman.” He said against your lips before attaching your lips together again.
I’m sorry for any typos, I’m on my phone and I’m sleepy and my phone’s screen is cracked lmao. Love you & hope you liked it! x