The Brightest Dark (Harry Styles) BOOK 1

Chapter 40

*Next Day*

"Where is the coffee shop even at?" Harry whines in the passenger seat.

"Seal Beach, now calm your trousers. We're almost there," I grunt.

"Trousers? You're starting to pick up my British," he laughs.

"Uh, don't even say it," I groan.

"I'm rubbing off on you!"

"No you're not, I'm not crazy," I state.

"Watch, you're gonna become like me," he smirks.

"Hope not," I pull into a parking space.

It's the end of September and the weather is starting cool down finally. After weeks and weeks of hot weather, the rain is starting again. Even though I don't like the rain, it's still nice for California to get a lot of it. It seems like after it rains, all the filth is washed away.

Harry and I run into the little coffee shop as the rain pours heavily. If only it snowed here in southern Cali, but sadly it never does. I miss the snow, and the big sweaters with mittens, sitting by the warm fire with hot coco. Those used to be the days.

"Haven't seen it rain like this in along time," the man working smiles.

"It's nice, we finally get water," I give a breath of a laugh.

"Ha, yes finally," he chortles, "what can I get for you two nice teens?"

"Peppermint mocha for me in 16 oz," I grin.

"Vanilla latte with a shot of caramel creamer in 16 oz," Harry gives the man a small, warm smile.

"That'll be 7.50," the man nods.

I quickly hand the man my card before Harry can reach into his pocket. Harry groans, giving me a mean mug. I shrug with an innocent look on my face. Harry and I sit down by the window, watching the rain pound on the windows and stream down like tears.

"I love this, being in an environment like this. Where it's raining, it's chilly outside, and we're at a cafe drinking hot beverages," Harry's dimply smile appears as he looks out the window.

"Me too, it soothes my mind," I nod.

"In England it's always like this," he traces the drop of rain streaming down the other side.

"Do you miss it there?" I ask.

He remove is finger from the window and meets my glance, "yea, it's really peaceful where I used to live. I miss that."

"You can never get peace in LA," I sigh.

"That's why I sometimes hate it here, but only stay so I can finish my studies," he shakes his head.

"How is it there? Is it different from the U.S.?"

"Sort of, it's quite the same, but I think some people there can be more rude," he implies.

"More rude than LA people?" My eyes widen.

"Yea, you'd be surprised, but of course not everyone is like that. There's a lot of nice people too," he adds.

"That's nice, it sounds regular."

"It's peaceful there, no crazy things going on as much. The city I lived in was really peaceful, not many people, but it was really lovely," he pulls his bottom lip with his fingers, "I actually used to work at a bakery there. These 3 old ladies own it and when I would be on my break, I would sneak a pastry and eat it."

"You worked at a bakery?" I giggle.

"Yea, believe it or not, I had no tattoos then. Until I moved here, and got dozens of tattoos," he chuckles.