Harry Styles Coffee Novels & Stories

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.

but he was now forced to be a delivery boy that brought lunch and snacks. It was the president who wanted to win his own wife’s heart, but he still had to follow him around! “Nope. You should go have your lunch now, and continue working after your lunch. You should also lay off your coffee…” His addiction to coffee was so strong that even Summer herself could not bear it. Mark’s lips curled up a little as his eyes looked as gentle as water. He responded softly like a breeze of spring air. They chatted for a while more before they hung up. When Harry was about to leave, Summer handed him two boxes of black tea, one for himself and another for Mark. She wanted him to cut ties with his coffee a

’ he couldn’t help but think. “Shall we sit and talk, of course, I want to taste the coffee of the famous Red Rose café.” Rose nod and both sat at the corner seat. Henry didn’t say his purpose to visit Rose and started looking at the menu keenly. Rose saw him looking at the menu, so asked out of courtesy, “Would you like to have artisanal coffee?” “Sure, I would love to have, but let me order some snacks. Hm.” Henry was confused about what to order out of so many of his favorite dishes. “Ok, can you please get me one egg, Benedict?”

Every week, Seb and Swara spend at least one day at Aadhira and Harry’s home. “Dad, Where is my iced coffee?” Swara asked Harry. They were sitting in the hall of their parent’s home. Swara drinks icy coffee made by Harry’s hand. Harry who heard this chuckled a little, and asked one servant to bring her icy coffee. Harry knew that both are coming, so he had already prepared an icy coffee for her. Seb was watching all this with a warm smile on his face. The way he had seen darkness for almost 26 years, these light moments always gives peace to his heart.

I can’t help myself. He smiles “Hi. It’s so great to see you in person Sasha…” I nod. We take out seats and the coffees he ordered is brought to our table. “You look amazing Sasha…” he compliments me. I pull my dark hair behind my ear. I had it cut into a bod with bangs. It was my latest hair experiment. As a hair stylist I loved trying out new hair styles and haircuts. I smile “Thank you.” I take a sip of my coffee, I let out a moan, wow this coffee was amazing. I could not believe how amazing it tasted. It tastes like heaven I tell you.

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.

I felt even more like a potato in front of her. The man next to him was no stranger to me. He was none other than Harry Styles, an actor and celebrity known for lawsuits. He had become famous after a scandal involving his girlfriend, and I remember that this had been a time when he avoided following the lives of the famous, so I didn't know the reasons for so many controversies.

Harry replied while adjusting his glasses on his nose. Robin couldn't comprehend how he got to know what her brother's name was. Harry seemed like a weird person to her and she didn't even want to ask how he knew it, so she just smiled and replied, "I'm sorry, but that day, all I had on my mind was yelling at Andrew, I don't remember seeing you there, but I hope we can be friends, thanks for showing me around. What type of coffee does Andrew usually take?" "Oh, I'll show you how to make that, he only drinks cafe latte," Harry replied as they entered the break room.

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

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.