One Direction (1D) Imagines and One Shots

Waitressing (Harry Styles)

Edited: 26.11.18

Needing money throughout your summer holiday to save up for a car, you got a holiday job in London working as a waitress in a big conference centre. It isn't really waitressing, it's more like serving drinks and snacks to CEOs of big companies and celebrities when events are on. The job isn't half as glamorous as it sounds, most of the time you get stared at by fat, balding business men who think you look like a wet dream in your small skirt, white shirt and black waist apron. Plus the pay isn't amazing but every penny counts as far as you're concerned.

However, tonight you're on red alert as you've been told by the powers that be (a.k.a your boss) that a big celebrity attending. You go about your usual way, offering drinks and smiling at the boring men in tight suits and very shiny shoes. You see a small group of men standing by the window of the room, talking quietly. 

They're holding empty champagne flutes so, as you have no choice, go over with your tray of champagne. They're talking in hushed tones and you clear your throat, waiting for a pause in conversation. However, no one notices you. You try again but again when no one hears you, you start to feel embarrassed. You can't leave or else you'll get yelled at by your manager, who says that "all glasses and bellies must be full'.

"Drinks anyone?" You say loudly, catching the attention of the WHOLE group. With all eyes on you, you feel comfortable. Fidgeting as some men exchange their empty glass with a full one, placing them back on your tray. 

You smile before catching the eye of a young man opposite you. He's gazing at you, a lazy smile on his lips. He looks to be the youngest of the group, probably near your age with short, curly brown hair. He is wearing a black dinner suit and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone. Revealing a toned chest littered with tattoos. He winks at you when he sees you staring and takes a drink off your tray. Man that was embarrassing. A blush crawls up your neck and spreads onto your cheeks. You excuse yourself before fleeing back to the kitchen. 

You take a toilet break before everyone starts serving up for the main meal. You hide in the bathrooms as long as possible, trying to stop your racing heart. That mysterious guy really made you nervous. It's a good kind of nervous, the one that makes you heart flutter and your stomach do somersaults. Deciding not to let him see how flustered you are, you push your shoulders back and hold your head high, determined to keep this damn job and save up for a car.

You begin to serve the food on plates to the guests. They mainly ignore as you're used to, with all the money and expensive suits, they seem to forget manners. As you place a plate of roast lamb on the table, someone catches your wrist. You're about to yank it away, disgusted when you see it was the hot guy from before. He smiles up at you.

"Thank you."

You smile, happy that at least one person acknowledged your hard work. However, the clock seems like it's stuck as you clear plates, serve fresh ones, refill drinks, and make polite conversation with the guests who ask you something. 

You take your break to eat dinner with your co workers, thankful for a few minutes of peace before going back out to clear more tables. People begin to trickle out at 11:30 and it makes your job 100% easier. As you grab yet another empty glass, you check the clock, it reads 12am. Fuck! Your last bus is at 12:15 and you're never going to make it. You begin to try and figure out how you're going to get home. This is the first late night you've worked, most conferences happen at lunch time or in the early evening so you've never missed the bus. You know you can't ask the manager if you can leave now because he would probably fire you on the spot. He doesn't exactly have a kind heart.

"I thought I'd find you here." A deep male voice startles you and you jump before turning around. You see the mysterious man again, only this time his hair is messier, like he's run his hands through it and his jacket is draped over his shoulder. His shirt is still teasingly unbuttoned but you keep your eyes on his face.

"I'm Harry," he says sticking out and arm for you to shake. His hands are covered in rings and some small tattoos. You shake it politely and turn getting back to what you are doing if you want to leave before 1am. 

"Do you have a name?" 

You internally smile and turn to face him again.

"Y/N." 

He grins, flashing a row of perfectly white teeth and you notice his dimples, they are so adorable.

"Well Y/N, I'd like to drive you home, considering it's late and dark and there nasty people are around." Harry swings his keys around his finger. You're not sure whether to get into a stranger's car but instinct said it would be worse to walk home in the dark. Plus, you know you've missed your bus by now.

"I have to finish up here first. Is there anything I can get you?" You say, grabbing a cloth and wiping the table. You haven't exactly agreed to his offer but not declined it yet. He probably won't want to wait around all night for you anyway.

"No, I'm good thanks. I'm just wondering where I can get a dishcloth so I can help out?" He says, putting his jacket on a chair and rolling up his sleeves. He reveals yet more tattoos on his arms, you're intrigued to see how many more he has. You want to argue against him helping out but to be honest, an extra hand would make the job so much faster. You always seemed to be understaffed on big event days, working much harder than you probably should.

"Here, take mine and I'll go grab another." You throw it at Harry and he catches it with one hand before grinning and beginning to clean.

You both work quickly, wiping tables and reseting them for tomorrow. By 1:15am all the washing up, mopping and vacuuming is done. Harry offers you a hand as you walk out to his Land Rover. You take it, grateful after the long day and your feet most definitely ache.

You slide into the smooth leather seat, immediately thinking about how long it would take to save up for a car like this. Probably your whole life time. As you'd been cleaning, you and Harry had chatted about various things, including why you don't have a car at the moment.

"She'll get you home safely, I promise." Harry grins as he sits in the front seat and puts his seatbelt on. You laugh, smiling softly before sitting back in the seat and finally relaxing after a long day on your feet. You give Harry your post code for the Sat Nav and look out of the window at the city. You lean your head back against the seat, the motion of the car lulling you into a light sleep.

Harry shakes you ever so slightly, his hands cool through your light blouse. You blink a few times, trying to gather your surroundings. Harry is parked in your parent's driveway.

"Thanks for driving me home." You say, still half asleep and so ready for a shower then bed.

"You're very welcome, I couldn't just let go home alone, especially this late." You nod.

"Plus, it's kinda my fault that we ran over so late."

You frown at him, confused as why it would be his fault.

"It's my album release party tomorrow, so we were organising the last few details over dinner tonight. Actually I'd love it if you could come, it's a pretty informal thing but a nice dress wouldn't hurt." He rises his eyebrows suggestively and you giggle. Damn he's a musician too? You really need to start thanking the gods more often.

You glance at him again, bitting you bottom lip, your eyes linger on his full, pink ones for a moment. Harry notices, smirking a bit before leaning in. He grasps you chin between his thumb and fore finger, pulling your mouth towards his. His lips are soft and warm as yours match his pace, soft and gentle. Harry pulls away, smiling and you can't help but grin back.

"Until tomorrow." He whispers. You slide out of the seat and open the door.

"Until tomorrow."

PART 2 WILL BE UP SOOOOOON!