Imagine...HarryYou are traveling with your best friend and staying in a great hotel. Your room number is 802. Its morning and while your friend is still sleeping you decide to go outside and get some coffee. Its a perfectly normal day. You get back to the hotel, but press the wrong floor number in the elevator without realizing it. The elevator door opens and you still dont realize you were entering the wrong room, number 902.
You open the door and face Harry Styles walking around in nothing but his underwear. You freeze and drop your coffee. Only then he realizes you are standing there just looking at him.
“Hi, can I help you? he asks you.”Ahn, yeah, I mean, no, sorry, I just dont understand...I thought this was my room...Where am I?” He laughs and says “This is room 902, aka paradise” with a cheeky smile. You laugh at his cuteness, and it all just seems unreal. You look at the floor and there is coffee all over. You apologize and try to clean it, and he tells you its okay.
“May I have your room number, beautiful?” You blush and say 802. Well there it is. You entered the wrong floor. Why dont we do this: You give me some time to put on clothes because this is embarrassing, and I will be knocking on your door to take you to breakfast. What do you think? “Okay, sure! cant wait! I should probably do something about this coffee though....” He interrupts you saying “its okay babe leave it to me”
He kisses you on the cheek and says “see you in a bit”. You leave the room, enter the elevator and press the right floor button. You just got a date with Harry Styles.