Harry Styles Coffee Novels & Stories

“Wow, the kitchen must have gotten a whiff of what happened in the meeting today. Look at them now, trying to kiss my ass.” She leaned back into her chair, a note fell from the bottom of the cup from the sudden movement. “I must say, you are just too bold. Take care of yourself and have this, you must have wasted a lot of energy on her.” She did not need to think deeply of who sent the note or the coffee! He sent the coffee! The paper itself smelt of him. All his belongings that she had come in contact with, always smelt of him. Does he spray his perfume in his office? Even on his belongings there? Harry is really weird. She inhaled the paper deeply and smiled.

But in that instant Belinda was not there, so Hailey had ni choice but to do it herself. She quickly walked up to the working oantry and avoided his gaze. She then searched the cabinet which was filled with coffee beans. She seemed to have heard Belinda that Nikolai only like to drink a limited edition coffee that was imported from Europe. She tried her best to distinguish it from the area of coffee beans, and then she found it. The sound of the brewing machine was very soft, and then it was heard in the silent office. At that moment, Hailey quietly turned around and she saw Nikolai fixing his gaze on her.

An hour later, they met in a restaurant. "You usually don't drink coffee, do you?" Henry expressed his surprise upon noticing Harry's order of a cup of coffee. He wondered if perhaps Harry's tastes had changed. However, Harry's response was saddening. "I just wanted to see whether it's my heart that's bitter, or if the coffee is more bitter." "And? Which do you find to be more bitter?" Henry observed that Harry had noticeably lost weight, and even his black hair had now borne strands of white. Indeed, it seemed that people could turn gray overnight from stress.

The steamy flavor from the coffee wafted into her nose, causing a calming effect. Haley thanked the staff and picked up the coffee. Sipping it carefully, her eyes traveled back to the channel. Every recent post was about Nelson Noah's wedding. Haley lost interest and was about to flip to a different channel, but someone pulled out the chair opposite her. “Drinking coffee without me, Haley?” Harry took the teacup from her hand, his lips holding a subtle smile. He didn't drop the cup but sipped the coffee, holding her in a playful gaze. “Guess what, everyone has concluded that we're a perfect match.”

I’d lost count. Young Master Henry was still there. Perched on the same bar stool, sleeves still rolled up, scotch long gone. He hadn’t touched a single cookie. I don’t even know why he’s making me bake so many cookies so early in the morning. “Thirteenth thing,” Young Master Henry said, checking his watch. “Coffee.” I looked up, wrists aching from the mixer. “Young Master, it’s four in the morning.” “I’m aware.” He stood, finally, and stretched. The movement pulled his shirt taut across his shoulders. “French press. Black. No sugar. The beans from Colombia.”

i say. Harry chuckles and says,"Sure but i want kisses in a reward." I nod ignoring the faded blush on my cheeks. I take a sip of my coffee which has surprisingly the perfect amount of sugar and cream . This is a surprise because no one gets my coffee right , not even justin even though he has known me since forever. I look at harry who is enjoying his pancakes and a smile masters on my face. He cocks an eyebrow at my sudden smile but i just shake my head.

"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.

When they made their way through the transparent glass door, a blanket of warm air hit them and the rich aroma of coffee smelled so delectable. Harriet perched down and made herself comfortable on a bulky wooden chair among the quiet customers. Zion made his way to the coffee bar, there at the end of the shop which was made of reclaimed wood, and then made an order. Sitting alone, Harriet looked around the shop. She saw book corner in the left hand side of the shop and the vintage telephones and cassette tapes in the right side. This particular coffee shop is not just a cafe, but it’s a coffee shop literally, perfect for students and employees if they want to release their stress and just r

Our girl must be working quickly on softening him. After my shower, I head back out to find Harper teaching the guys how to use her fancy coffee machine. It’s her dad’s design, heavily influenced by coffee severed in the human realm. I’ve tried it at Harper’s house before and I prefer it over the tea most people drink here, but I’m not much of a hot drink person. I prefer anything sweet and ice-cold. “I have a meeting with Sage and my dads this morning, so I’m probably going to skip breakfast,” Harper says when she sees me.

Hendry didn't reply, so he continued his mission to make coffee and went to freshen up while waiting for it to brew. "Do you want to talk about last night? Or we can talk about work instead?" Sloan offered when he saw Hendry walk into the kitchen area. He smiled as he poured coffee into their cups His boss paused and went to his side and join Sloan for coffee. Hendry smiled tasting the familiar blend, just like Sloan always prepared for him at the office. Though Hendry tried, he could never get the right mix of sweetness and bitterness in his coffee. He thought that maybe it was the machine, but tasting the blend now, he knew it was all because of Sloan.