Falling For Styles

Chapter 21: Little Shit

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"So I was thinking we could go to this really nice coffee shop they have around here. I think we might have been there once before." Harry explained as he helped me climb down from the tree. If I wasn't so tired I probably would've swat away his hand and told him I'm quite capable of getting down myself, but I didn't have the energy so instead I just accepted his hand and jumped down. "Sounds like a plan to me." I could really use some ice coffee to wake myself up a little right now.

Harry slung his arm around my shoulder as we headed back to his car. I leaned my head against his shoulder as we walked, appreciating the sound of the waves on the shore and the sand beneath our feet. I wish we lived closer to the beach, but then again I guess we weren't too far away. I'd love to learn to surf and have nice tanned skin but I guess it's just not very realistic. Once we reached his car, Harry and I both hopped in as he rambled on about something I was honestly too tired to listen too.

"Harry..."

"Hm?" he asked, stopping his elaborate story about whatever it was he was talking about.

"Care to explain why you have a 5 Seconds of Summer CD in your car?" I asked, turning the album I had found in the glove box over in my hands.

He quickly snatched it out of my hands before placing it down on the other side of him. "Uhm..."

I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk on my lips as I tried to contain a giggle. He rubbed his neck sheepishly, 'They're actually pretty good, alright!" he defended.

I let out a laugh, shaking my head in amusement, "Of course you would have a 5 Seconds of Summer CD."

He started the car, reversing out of the parking lot and driving on to the main road. "You're never going to let this go, are you?" He asked, glancing at me sideways before focusing his attention back in front of him.

"Absolutely." I replied. "So who's your favourite?"

"I told you, I just think they're music is good! I don't like the actual members or anything." He defended, but I could see right through him.

"So, Ashton then? I'm more of a Luke girl myself." I mused with a smirk, scanning through the tracks on the album until I settled on one of my favourites, Heartbreak Girl.

"Mike seems kinda cool." Harry shrugged, "I mean, I'm not sure about the hair and everything but he seems like a nice, down to earth dude."

Of course his favourite is Michael. "I'm surprised he even still has hair." I replied honestly.

Harry shrugged, "Me too."

After driving for a few minutes and watching Harry subtly mouth the words to Heartbreak Girl and Mrs All American, we eventually reached the cafe he had talked about.

Harry held the door for me as I walked inside, taking in the appearance of the small coffee shop. The timber floors contrasted with the crisp light shades hanging from the ceiling, that gave the cafe a quirky yet modern beachy feeling. Looking back out the window I noticed the outside was just as amazing as the interior. I spotted a round oak table, surrounded by two chairs, with a glass jar filled with white & green flowers placed in the centre.

"Inds." Harry snapped me out of my trailing thoughts, "Shall we order?" He asked with a small smile.

I nodded, "Oh right, yeah, of course."

After ordering our drinks, an iced-coffee to wake me up and a cup of tea for Harry -typical Brit- we headed over to the outside table.

"I just love the feel of this place, don't you?" Harry asked, after we had taken our seats. He laced his fingers together and leaned forward on his elbows. His jaw line was prominent, as always, and a few loose curls brushed along his cheekbones. Sometimes it was actually quite annoying how attractive Harry was. Why couldn't I have an ugly best friend? He managed to look flawless all the time and if it wasn't for the fact that he was like a brother to me, appearance wise, he would totally be date worthy. But of course he was like a brother to me and I probably shouldn't be thinking like that. It was almost like thinking your cousin's hot.