Harry Styles Beachwood Cafe Novels & Stories

“Fine! I won these free tickets online, and I need two more people to go with me to grab my prize….” Harry’s brows raised, asking for more. “And where is this heading to…?” Steve stuck out his tongue before dropping the bomb. “To a beach.”

“Oh my God these are amazing America! It’s just like those sketches you did when you were younger.” I still hear her flipping through one page and another which makes me even more curious about what’s inside that damned sketchbook. I was already scared to find it here because I don’t remember bringing it here in my room. “Look at the detail of this coffee shop. Lokal Brew. Where is this cafe?” Claudine hollers. My brows knitted on my forehead, “Lokal Brew?” I parroted as I remembered when Harry mentioned that in Sunset Beach. It sent a shiver down my spine as I feel my hair on my skin standing for no reason.

The coffee shop last time was near the community where Stacy lived. When the car drove here, he found out that there were all restaurants nearby. He looked back at his daughter and asked, "Where?" Cassandra lay on the window, patrolling the street with his eyes. At this time, Harry saw the shop called Hairy Crab Pot, but he also found the car parked in front of the shop. It was this one he saw Angela driving away in the hospital before. He wanted to come to Stacy and Qin. Ya should be in this store too.

''okay , i will be right back'' ''wait, you don't need to pay for me , i can pay for myself'' ''No, i will pay ,you sit and wait'' ''ugh. okay" Harry comes with two ice cream cones in one hand and one hand in his jean pocket and glasses on his eyes. GOD, He looks so cute with the beanie and the glasses so i can not resist taking a photo of him . I was checking the photo when harry comes beside me and tries to look at my phone '' what got you so smiley?'' "look at this , you were coming with the icecreams and you were looking cute so I took a photo." I say showing him his photo.

Nah Heath: You're only allowed to drink smoothies and green juices here or you'Il get voted off the island. My small smile faded as quickly as it appeared. We shouldn't be talking, but I couldn't bring myself to block him. Heath: l've been emailing Bonnie Sue's every day asking them to open shop in SF, but no dice so far. A pang hit me at the mention of Bonnie Sue's. It was a popular cafe near Columbia, where Heath and I had attended undergrad. It was famous for its seasonal pumpkin hot chocolate, and even though I didn't like pumpkin and he didn't like hot chocolate, we'd showed up every year for its annual return in mid-September.

Bianca asked. "Sorry dear , I am at the gym , didn't know you were calling",Harry replied, rolling his eyes with disgust. "Okay that fine, I just wanted to inform you that I would be coming over this afternoon, infact I am about leaving for the market, I'm bringing a special dish for you,she said. Harry manages to answer the call and agrees to her coming over to his house. He tells Martins about the call, who laughs expressly at him.

Cliff said softly, “Yes.” “Send me the address.” “Okay.” … Nearby Lush Heaven, in a private room in the seafood barbeque restaurant, the dishes were being served one after another. After Harry and Lloyd stuffed their stomachs full, they said to Edmund, “Mr. Price, we’re done. We want to go to Lush Heaven for a few drinks.” Edmund threw them a credit card. “Go.” “Alright, thanks, Mr. Price!” Harry took the card and went out with Lloyd while smiling.

She walked straight ahead to the counter until she was looking down at the delicious threats arranged neatly in their different sizes and forms. "Welcome to Coffee winx, what can I get you?" the platinum blonde haired girl said cheerfully. Her bright blue eyes reminded her of the beach water back home, bright and full of life. Harleys eyes moved to her tag which was pinned to her shirt. May. "Uh.." she stuttered. "I'll get the lime cake and latte." Harley said without stumbling over her words.

The line only rings twice before a warm voice answers, “Rosewood Café, good morning! May I take your order?” “Good morning,” I reply, matching their energy. “This is Professor Hazel from the university. I’d like to order a large cappuccino and a giant chocolate muffin, please.” “Of course. Will that be all, miss?” “Yes, thank you. Could someone deliver it to my lecture hall?” “No problem. What lecture hall?” “I think… Hall Six.” There’s a light chuckle on the other end. “Occult studies, huh? Your order will be there within thirty minutes. Will that be cash or card?”

I stayed up until one in the morning, reading more and more since I've already dug up some dirt about him. Benedict Edward Rose Styles. Twenty-five years old. Fuckingly wealthy. He got a headline the day when the world found out he was the first born of Harry Styles from a one night stand. Mr. Harry Styles used to belong to an insanely famous boyband years ago called One Direction, later he turned to be a ridiculously filthy rich businessman. His mother, Miranda Rose Styles, at first kept him in secret for seven years from Harry and the entire world since she wasn't ready to tell everyone about him. Mrs. Styles was also married to her ex-husband Louis Tomlinson which was Harry Styles' best f