Romans & histoires Harry Styles Coffee

They were leaving early in the morning, he had told Jason to arrive early in the morning and dressed nicely. He opened his old wardrobe, prepared a pair of dapper clothes that teenagers use today because they are fashionable. Based on the news from Reina, the cafe in question is a café owned by humans, although not a few insides are werewolves from various packs. Reina even said that it was a mini club, and at night it would be like a discotheque. Harry pulled out a pair of faded long jeans and a white polo shirt, he also took his varsity jacket. The only good jacket he has.

“They smell like...coffee beans.” Harley chuckles. “Wait, do you even drink coffee?” “Yes, but I prefer tea.” I see Harley scrunch her nose. “You don’t like tea?” “Only when I’m sick. By the way I don’t expect you to know how to make coffee on this machine, I’d actually prefer you don’t touch it without adult supervision, but this is our main product, I just want you to know more about the bean we use, where it’s from, characteristics of the roast etcetera.”

She did not find anyone and just thought to herself she was being paranoid for no reason. She walked to her room and took out her black dress from the wardrobe and wore light makeup on her face and decided to keep her hair in a ponytail. Harry was not yet there so she decided to make herself a cup of coffee as she was a coffee lover. Harry had worn a black suit with a white shirt and had no tie on.

I muttered. “That’s not an issue. I’m here. We’ll go shopping today.” “No, Harry. You’re busy. I can just pick something.” “No. That’s not acceptable. They’re meeting the Trinity Real Estate CEO for the first time. You have to stand out. Let’s inform the housekeeper—she can look after the kids while we’re out.” “Fine,” I said, hiding a laugh. “So, you’re my stylist for today?” A few hours later, we were walking through rows of boutiques. Some were familiar, others not. Harry’s hands sifted through racks, placing dresses in front of me, his fingers brushing the silky fabrics.

Wrinkled suit, stubble, holding a coffee cup. He looked pathetic. "Ms. S. Moon, the man asked me to give this to you." The head of security walked into my office with a coffee. I took it, sniffed it, and sneered. "Latte, three sugars, cinnamon powder?" "Yes." "Tell him I don't drink lattes. I drink Americanos. Black. No sugar." I pushed the coffee back. "That's Lily's preference, not mine." The security chief paused. "You mean... he doesn't even know what you like?"

Harry continued leading me to the two-seated table by the glass window facing the busy street. "This place is amazing!" Harry uttered as his eyes roamed around. "We've got lots of cafeterias in my country, but this one is really beyond words!" he kept admiring the interior of the place. Well, I couldn't blame him. He was right. The interior decoration was a mixture of past and modern, mundane, and extraordinary. It was a two-story building with different decorative designs that fitted to different kinds of seasons.

Right now I don’t even think I can stomach anything. “Do you want me to get something for you?” Harry asked, causing me to look at him again. “Tea or coffee?” He asked. The word no was already at the tip of my tongue but I quickly changed my mind. “Coffee would be good, please,” I told him, giving him a small smile. “Great, I will be right back.” I nod as I watch him leave. As soon as he was out of sight my eyes went back to the door, just this damn thing stopping me from knowing what was going on.

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.

Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name. “Sorry for not introducing myself, but I'm not Mr Styles.” he replied and he heard her laugh beautifully, making his heart flutter. “Ofcourse, I know who you are. I can recognize your voice, Mr Harry.” Ciara responded and he smiled a bit, grateful for the fact that at least, she knew who it was. “Why did you call me Mr styles?” His curiosity got the better of him, so he asked. “You know, Harry. Like Harry Styles.” she replied and he smiled. They had met only once, and she was already cracking jokes with him.

He was certain that Lanny would use this opportunity to strike at Dan decisively. Just as Harvey was about to leave, a soft knock came from the office door. A uniformed staff member walked in and bowed respectfully. She placed a freshly brewed cup of coffee on Lanny's desk. "Your hand-ground coffee, Ms. Lanny." "Thanks," Lanny said with a nod. After she left, she gave Harvey a glance. "Mr. Harvey, I know you prefer tea, but I'm different. I like things that hit quickly. Coffee, for example. It keeps me awake. Want a sip?"