Harry Styles Beachwood Cafe Novels & Stories

"Harry? Why are you here?" "Well..." Harry walked into the convenience store from the outside. He looked around and smiled at Laura. "Laura, your store looks quite nice. It's quite clean as well. I don't have anything to do today, so I've decided to come and hang around your place. Is that alright?" "That's fine. There's a chair over there, take a seat. There's water in the store and food as well. Take whatever you want." Laura smiled as she looked at Harry. Harry had finished dying his hair grey.

Harry entered with a determined step. He was reassured to know that the Mad One had not yet arrived. "Hey, Harry, hi! Welcome to the Crossroad Cafe!" the two young Wind Tribe members said in unison. The brother and sister standing in front of him shared some common features. They both had wavy black hair and brown eyes that shone with kindness. They wore a black T-shirts with the Café logo. The young man had dark jeans, while his sister wore a long skirt with ethnic patterns. She had a ring on each finger.

Harry didn’t bring his car today so I assume we aren’t going far. “Since you insist I have to leave time to actually WORK today, I thought we could just get something at the bakery near your bar and eat there. Is that alright?” Harry asks. I nod. “Sounds great. Although if that’s the plan, you could have just met me there. Unless this is closer. Where do you live anyway?” I ask. Harry names a street and I stumble a little. The only reason I don’t faceplant is because of Harry’s grip on my hand.

"Then why aren't you picking it up?" "Because that's not my boyfriend." "Oh. Okay." He gave an awkward silence and went to the counter after throwing away the trash. When I'm done with my work, I walked into the cafe and continued service. "Two espresso macchiato and one cappuccino, right?" When the customer nodded, I said, "It'll be ready in five minutes." And went to the counter to give Patrick the order. While I was waiting for it, I saw Harry walking into the cafe. What is he doing here? How the hell does he know where I work? I saw him taking a seat and raised his hand to take his order. Since the table belongs to Elise, she took his order.

Sometimes, Halsey wonders if Nathan is getting bored of her and it makes her sad. She serves a few customers and tries to be busy with work. The morning wasn’t so hectic but as afternoon rolls in, more people are coming to the cafe. Halsey buzzes around, serving the customers and she’s becoming a pro at it. “One espresso, a croissant and a brownie for you sir,” she says to one customer. “And an Americano for you ma’am…” Just then, the door of the cafe opens and a new bunch of people enter. Harry, Lydia, Jimmy and Daisy are chortling as they burst into the cafe. Lydia spots Halsey and smirks.

"Here I am, sir." "I need another coffee," Mr. Harry said, with his eyes on the file in front of him. Lisa's lips partly opened and she tried to control her anger. Mr. Harry Byers's favorite coffee shop was fifteen minutes away by car from Megabiz Inc, and Mr. Byers sent her there at least three times a day. Mr. Harry Byers raised his head and looked at Lisa, who was still standing in front of him, and said, "And what are you still waiting for?"

"Trust me, everything will be fine." Harry, in his black car, followed us the whole way to Covent Garden, always keeping a discreet distance. It was a tourist area, so it was certain Harry and Cassian’s men wouldn’t do anything that might draw unnecessary attention. That small detail made me feel a little safer and more relaxed. Chloe was already waiting for us, her face bright as she waved from the table. The weather was pleasant, the streets not too crowded, and I grew more cheerful as the conversation flowed from fashion styles to favorite actors. I turned, scanning around, and noticed Harry, legs crossed, holding a newspaper in his hands.

Still, that pain made me understand one thing even more clearly. They weren't worth it. The project wrapped up extra smoothly, and Harry and I had an extra free day. "Jan, there's a famous cafe nearby. Let's go check it out." Harry stood at the door of my room in a light gray hoodie. He looked no different from when he had been in college. Looking at the expectation in his eyes, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. When we arrived, I realized the famous cafe he meant was a cat cafe. When we pushed the door open, the smell of coffee mingled with the cats' soft meows in the cafe. Before I even sat down, one of them jumped onto the table and rubbed its fluffy head against my hand.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed

Putting a light skip into my step, I glanced over my shoulder at Noah as I said as light-heartedly as I could manage, “I’m starving. Let’s raid the kitchen.” “Oh! Oh!” she excitedly said. “There’s this really cute breakfast place near Oscar’s house. It’s called… are you ready? Harry’s Breakfast Place and, yes, it’s owned by none other than Harry himself. Isn’t that a hoot? It’s not very imaginative and even less to look at, but the food is fantastic. Anyway, we went there and I grabbed you some blueberry pancakes and bacon.” “Yum,” I said with genuine appreciation.