"You smell like strawberries."
"Well you taste like Watermelon."
"How convenient for the both of us."
Luna Coulee can't seem to stay for a long time.
Harry Styles can't seem to stay away.
//Luna Coulee meets Harry Styles at sixteen years old. Alth...
"You wanna get some coffee?" Harry asks after circling the park at least a hundred times, talking about whatever we could talk about. It was comforting that our conversation never really stopped or turned dry. It just kept going and going...
"Sure!" I say. With coffee enthusiasts as parents, it was pretty easy for a sixteen-year-old to get a coffee obsession early on in her life. We walk along the streets in the main village, looking for the closest place.
"Starbucks?" Harry asked. I smile at how his accent sort of rolled over the words. I nod and he holds the door open for me. We walk in and order. My eyes widen when I hear Harry's order.
"Are you really ordering a hot black coffee in the summertime?" I stare at him. He turns away from the barista and nods at me. I smack my forehead in confusion at how I just became friends with this boy. I order an iced chai tea but when I go to pay Harry stops me.
"For the foreigner." He laughs. I roll my eyes but let him pay anyway. We get our drinks and sit outside at a table. I set down my bag and grab my phone seeing a text from my dad telling me he was working and to have fun with the boy. I laughed when he bolded the word boy. My parents were busy all the time but when one interesting thing happened in my life, it was all focused there. A little annoying, but I brushed it off since this time it was Harry who I met yesterday. I open up my phone camera and snap a picture of Harry taking a sip of coffee.
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"Now what was that forrrr." He whined.
"Memories." I smile and ruffle his hair.
"Weirdooooo." We both laugh. I see Harry look at his drink as the sun peeks out.
"You regretting that hot coffee?" I raise my eyebrow at him. He rolls his eyes and proceeds to chug it while giving me the finger. I stare at him, mouth wide open, and a smile creeping on my face. He slams it down and gasps for air. He takes one look at my face and starts crackling. "What the hell was that?" I ask him, still in shock. He stares at his now empty cup and looks at me.
"Good question."
"Teenage boy things I wouldn't understand?" I laugh.
"Probably." I finish my drink and we stand up to leave. I grab my bag and check my phone again before putting it back in, feeling better without having it on.
"So Harry Styles. What do you want to do?" I ask him, putting my hands in my coat pocket.
"Well, Shirley Temple," He starts. I grinned at my new nickname. "If you aren't tired of me yet, would you want to stop at my house? My mom heard me talk to you and is now eager to meet you." I laugh and agree. We head towards his house. I tell him about my new interest in photography. He asks to be one of my models.
"One day." I laugh and say.
We reach his house which is a small brick house with a beautiful garden in the front. We walk in where we are quickly greeted by Harry's mom Anne.
