Harry Styles Beachwood Cafe Novels & Stories

The entire café was situated in the middle of the forest, and the café itself looked like a cabin while there were tables placed on the forest as well. It was a relaxing place to be in as the scent of nature engulfed the customers. "I'll have Long Macchiato," Stella, who was sitting opposite me, said to the server. After repeating our orders, the server left. I looked at her from head to toe and couldn't help but be more irritated. Clearly, even her clothing shouted her intention. She's wearing a deep neckline red blouse paired with black skinny leather jeans and high boots. Her hair was styled in big waves and her makeup was sharp and yet seductive.

Bianca suddenly stopped, the red beginning to rise to her cheeks. They were interrupted when the door of the Crossroad Café opened. A gigantic man entered. He had brush-cut brown hair and a three-day beard. The man was dressed simply in a white T-shirt and jeans. He wore brown leather boots and politely removed his black cowboy hat when he saw all eyes on him. Mat instinctively put on a business smile and mischievously greeted the customer. "Welcome to Crossroad Café, Beta Duncan! To what do we owe the honor of your visit?"

Harvey tentatively asked her out. There was no reply for a long time. "Yes, send me the location." "Sent. See you in a bit." Harvey hung up the phone and flew downstairs, got in his car, and drove toward Peaches & Cream Cafe. At Peaches & Cream Cafe, Nicole got out of the car and walked in. This was a unique cafe, the interior decoration style of which was what Nicole liked. "Hi, Nicole," Harvey waved to Nicole as he sat in a chair in casual attire.

The location is perfect for a café; there’s a gym nearby, surely plenty of offices, an art gallery, florist, clothing boutiques, a pub and a couple of restaurants. I see Harley come around a corner and I’m grateful she’s not wearing another dress. As she gets closer, I realize it wasn’t the dress that caught my attention yesterday, it was most definitely just her. She wears painted on jeans, a leather jacket and a t-shirt with some cartoon characters I don’t recognize; a grey-haired scientist who seems to be drooling, and a kid in a yellow shirt. Harley stops and looks at me. “You’re early. Good.” She takes out a key from around her neck and opens the door. “Come on then, breakfast should be

"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.

Chris scoffed. "So," I focused my attention back on Harry who was standing in front of me. "Can I get you something to drink? I'd offer you a slice of pizza but Chris and I already ate it all." "It's all good," he chuckled softly, "I already ate." "Okay." I tucked my fingers into the back pockets of the shorts I had on. "Water then?" "How 'bout a tour of La Casa Anderson?" Harry asked. I laughed a little at that, "Sure thing. Come on."

One word. The Hayes approval and the maternal approval simultaneously, the same syllable doing the same work. I pressed my hands over hers. Harry was already at the café when we arrived. He was at a corner table with the quality of a person who had been there long enough to have ordered and received and barely touched the coffee in front of him. He looked older than I remembered — not dramatically, the specific aging of someone who had been carrying something heavy and hadn’t been sleeping well. He looked at me.