Harry Styles Beachwood Cafe Novels & Stories

She didn't ask what kind. The coffee shop had been there since before the neighborhood around it had become the kind of neighborhood people wrote about in lifestyle magazines. Old wood. Mismatched chairs. A handwritten menu on a chalkboard. No interior decorator had ever been inside it. The coffee was strong. The tables were small. Two other customers... a man with a laptop, a woman with a paperback... both deep in their own worlds. Which was why Harry had chosen it. He was at the table in the back corner.

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.

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.

"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?"

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.

Harry said, smirking. Harry frowned when he saw the look on his secretary’s face. “What? Call the reporters you know. Who cares if they have Bruce Gardner when the food isn’t great,” he grumbled and fixed his tie before going out of the car. “Don’t sit at the same table as mine. Remember, we don’t know each other inside the restaurant. I’ll lend you a hand when necessary though,” Harry said and shrugged. He walked to the restaurant just in front of the new hotel branch he opened just a couple of months ago. Harry was confidently heading for the entrance when the guard blocked him.

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.

A little later, she received a message from him, telling her that he was going out to meet his partner, telling her to go back first. Grainne didn't think much of it, just feeling disappointed. She drove to Harry's school to pick him up and drive him home, but when he picked up Harry, the boy told him that he wanted to eat western food and wanted steak today. Grainne remembered that it had been a long time since she had taken the boy out to eat, and recently, the whole family had eaten at home, so it was a good idea to go out to eat once in a while. With that in mind, she drove Harry to a very famous western restaurant. At the VIP room of the restaurant Uat Kim Huong in Y City, Carwyn is sit