𝒯𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓋ℯ

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HARRY'S POV
Harry zips up his jacket the moment he steps outside the hotel. The cold October wind is making him shiver. He used to be able to handle the cold but, since he moved to LA, he's getting more and more accustomed to the heat.

Harry is making his way to the coffee shop for the third day in a row. thinking how stupid this whole thing is.

We didn't even talk. He's probably just a fan. Niall is bringing my hopes up. I can't have my heart broken again.

Harry opens the door. The coffee shop is quiet. He locks eyes with the handsome brunette. His heart feels warmer. Those ocean blue eyes make all his worries disappear.

LOUIS' POV
After the usual morning rush, Louis and Zayn can finally take a moment to breathe. Louis goes on his smoke break first because 'Zayn it's your fault I'm here all day. You fucking owe me.'
At around 10:30, Louis comes back from his short break and Zayn steps outside from short break and Zayn steps outside for his. That left Louis alone with just a few customers who already have their morning coffees and pastries.

The door opens. Louis turns to greet the customer when he sees him. Their eyes lock. Louis gets lost in those forest green eyes. Just for a moment, they're the only people in the world.

The door closes and snaps them both back to reality.

'Good morning, how can I help you today?' Louis asks with a genuine smile lighting up his face.

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