Harry Styles Coffee Novels & Stories

She still couldn't believe that she had managed to escape the suspicion of the Lewd Demon. ‘This is like a suicide mission. I have to leave this company as soon as possible.’ While thinking hard, Kara prepared hot water and a cup. However, as soon as she opened the cupboard, her focus was diverted. The row of jars in front of her were labeled with the names of the days. Black Ivory coffee for Monday, Finca El Injerto for Tuesday, Saint Helena for Wednesday, Hacienda La Esmeralda for Thursday, and Luwak coffee for Friday. The contents of that cupboard cost more than her monthly salary!

The café smelled like fresh espresso and warm pastries, the kind of scent that made a place feel like home. Lily Harper leaned against the counter, tapping her fingers as she studied the morning rush. "Order up for Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Intense," Ally, her best friend and co-owner of the café, teased, sliding a coffee cup across the counter. Lily smirked. "That’s half the customers here. But her eyes followed the man anyway. He sat in the corner, flipping through a medical journal, completely oblivious to the chaos around him.

I paused, so did Harry before he slowly looked up at the girl to pass her a glare but she couldn't see the hard look on his face as she was already staring at me like she was waiting for me to order. "I'll have what he's having" I said with a friendly smile then quickly shook my head "No, scratch that, I'm sure Harry's not gonna be drinking normal coffees, you can just get me something creamy" "Alright" She said with a smart nod. I like her. "Okay, that will be all, go get our drinks fast" Harry ordered. I felt like he just wanted to send her away quickly. "Okay, boss" She replied and scurried away.

I could make it myself, but something about the brisk winter air and nature just makes me want to take a stroll. In this part of the city, coffee shops dot every street corner. It's not hard for me to saunter into the closest one to me. It feels familiar. The scent or the energy in the room--something. Then I turn to see Harry's eyes burning through the side of my head. Our deal also included no public displays of affection--we would simply regard each other like any friend to her friend's boyfriend, so I send him a light wave. He returns it. I place my order for a peppermint mocha latte, and in the corner of my eye, I can see him waving me over.

It was just like the scene in ordinary people's home, which was very warm. Harry's suit was all calm and dark black, black, grey and dark blue. At this moment, she looked at this suit with dark plaid style. The color was dark black. Under the light, she could see light blue. It would not be obvious. Harry was tall and she felt that it was very suitable for him. The waiter praised that Stacy had good taste. "Our store specializes in high-end business men's clothing. This is a limited edition, suitable for various formal occasions. It is dark, serious and calm."

"Please, what does Master Harry like for breakfast?" The butler thought for a moment. "He enjoys a classic New York breakfast—scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, a side of fresh avocado toast, and black coffee. He’s particular about his coffee—only the best beans." Ivy nodded, her mind racing as she took mental notes. "Okay, thank you." She glanced over the kitchen, already feeling the pressure but determined to get it right. Ivy quickly gathered the ingredients, her phone propped up on the counter playing a tutorial.

But, one glance from him, as if he could read her thoughts and see deep into her soul, fixed her in her chair. He reached for the tray of refreshments Eden had forgotten until now and took one of the brightly decorated styrofoam cups, with a Rise Coffee Shop logo stamped to its side, and the word 'macchiato' scrolled in pretty, feminine-like handwriting on the white lid. They had outlets nationwide, mostly in shopping malls, but Eden remembered seeing one in the food court, on the first floor, when she played with the interactive map. She's a sucker for their chai lattes and would kill for one right now, or anything warm really.

I stayed up until one in the morning, reading more and more since I've already dug up some dirt about him. Benedict Edward Rose Styles. Twenty-five years old. Fuckingly wealthy. He got a headline the day when the world found out he was the first born of Harry Styles from a one night stand. Mr. Harry Styles used to belong to an insanely famous boyband years ago called One Direction, later he turned to be a ridiculously filthy rich businessman. His mother, Miranda Rose Styles, at first kept him in secret for seven years from Harry and the entire world since she wasn't ready to tell everyone about him. Mrs. Styles was also married to her ex-husband Louis Tomlinson which was Harry Styles' best f

They require the moms' care. To whom, though, shall I pitch this coffee? How can I offer them this coffee if they won't buy a simple cup from me? I fixed my gaze on my mother's face. She won't buy this coffee from me, I'm sure of it. Samantha might be interested in drinking this coffee. I cast a hopeful glance at her face. I could read the answer from the sternness on her face. What about Harry? He may purchase this coffee. After all, he spent five years working for me.

Sarah had gone through a phase of making it in the kitchenette at the office and judging from her enthusiastic facial expressions, it was something that was delicious. “I looked up trendy foods and a lot of them are based around diets that you don’t follow,” Henry griped. “There’s this Dalgona coffee thing as well, but you don’t like coffee.” Flynn grinned. He guessed that Henry had searched through a lot of trendy rubbish from social media apps and viral videos and hadn’t enjoyed watching the videos in the slightest. He took another glance at the preparations. “The famous fluffy souffle omelette?” he guessed. “That’s right,” Henry confirmed. “I refuse to make cloud bread even if it’s for yo