Forever and Always (a Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 3-Starbucks

a/n I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! once summer comes i can write more often.

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Chapter 3

"Hello, Hope. Enchanting, as always." Matt bowed before me, dramatically pecking my hand. I pulled my hand away, laughing.

"Easy there." he laughed, pointing towards the sports car parked in my snobby neighbor's parking space. 

"You might want to move that car, my neighbor is known for his... temper." As if on cue, we heard a shout from one of the apartments above, "get that fancy car out of my space, I have a delivery coming in!"

"That would be him." he chuckled, opening the passenger side door for me. Thanking him, I sat down on the luxurious leather seats of his car. He slid across the hood, or tried to. He got up, wincing and grabbing his side. I laughed at him awkwardly stepping into the car, groaning as though he were sitting on a wasp's nest.

"Turn on the radio, if you want." he spoke calmly as his hair whipped around in the wind from his swift convertible. I turned the vintage dials on his car stereo and Two Door Cinema Club started playing. 

"Do you know them?" I asked, nodding my head along to the music. He listened more intently, laughing and nodding. 

"Of course I do. Best band ever!" he turned the volume dial so the music was playing obnoxiously loud as we sang along. We pulled up to Starbucks as the last notes of "Next Year" played out into the host's voice. He turned the key and the loud engine rumbled to a stop. Running around the front of the car he opened the passenger door for me, holding his arm out for me. I smirked at him, scoffing at his flirtatious attempt. He chuckled at my attitude and we walked into the shop. The waitress there was cleaning tables and listening to music, similar to my first meeting with Matt. She looked up at us, her icy blue irises oddly familiar. She scrambled behind the counter, removing her headphones and letting her caramel brown hair loose from its bun. 

"What can I get for you today?" she spoke in a rushed whisper, looking down at her feet, embarrassed by the fact that she wasn't already at the counter. I laughed and ordered my usual drink, Matt ordering his. She asked our names and told us it would just be a minute. We went and sat at one of the tables set around the shop, waiting as the girl mixed our drinks.

"She looks familiar to me. I'm not sure why, I don't know anybody here and who knows where else I would've seen her?" I spoke, unsure of our previous meeting and racking my brain to find where I may have been.

"I can't imagine those eyes would be easy to forget," Matt responded, watching her eyes move from the counter to our drinks. I came upon a sudden realization that made my knees weak;

I knew those eyes. I didn't know their beholder, but I know the only other place I've seen any more captivating and mesmerizingly beautiful.

The eyes are those from the woman in my dream.

But there's no way! I told myself, those dreams aren't real! They can't be! 

I was snapped out of my trance by the girl calling our names at the counter. Our drinks were ready. I walked slowly up to claim mine and I locked eyes with the mysterious waitress. A flash of recognition passed through her face and just as quickly as it came, it went. She looked down again, passing me my drink and returning to her work.

Matt and I left the store a while after, my head still spinning with curiosities and questins about this mysterious girl. We drove back to my small apartment in his prestigious vehicle, this time parking in my space. I opened the door and stepped out and with a wink, Matt drove off. I walked in a daze up the stairs to my room, kicking my shoes off and walking to the couch. Grabbing my laptop from the counter on my way, I sat down on the couch and logged into my google account. I stared at the screen for a while, unsure of what to type when an idea came to mind.

"What... Causes... Recurring... Dreams." I whispered to myself as I typed the question into the search bar. I clicked on a research page and read;

Recurring: occuring or appearing again. Recurring dreams are a common and important problem. Often caused by trauma or strong emotion in childhood, recurring dreams can cause insomnia or fear of sleep. They can be anything from walking to the shop to purchase a new doll or playtoy (a happy experience) or the death of a loved one (a sad experience.) Recurring dreams are common among children but can occur to any person of any age.

I nodded, processing the information. It still doesn't make sense though, because those things never happened to me! I continued to skim over the page until one line caught my attention:

Some believe that a recurring dream can be a sign for a future event, and are sent to prepare or warn a person from going somewhere or doing something which could cause them harm or danger.

Could it be?

I knew one thing: my questions needed to be answered, and I had a feeling I knew the person who held them.

"Hello?" Matt spoke as he answered his phone.

"Hi Matt, it's Hope. I think I left my... scarf at Starbucks, do you think you could come pick me up to see if it's there?" I lied, hoping he didn't see that I wasn't wearing a scarf.

"Uh... sure. I'll be there in five."

"Thanks Matt!"

"Anytime."

I hung up the phone and put my laptop back in its charging position. Walking down to the parkking lot I heard the loud revving of Matt's enging before I saw the hood turn the corner. We drove in silence, this time no music playing through the vintage speakers. I walked in the door and noticed the girl just packing up her things, her shift replacement coming through the back. I walked over to her and loudly asked "you didn't see my scarf in here after we left, did you?"

She took the hint and walked me into the back room, I shut the door tightly and turned to her.

"You. You're the girl from the dream," we both said at the same time, shock covering our faces as we recognized.

"I need answers... do you know what they mean? The dreams," I softly spoke, careful no one would hear us.

"I don't know, I wanted to ask you the same," she replied, eyes wide.

"Do you have a cell phone? Matt-my... date, I guess, is waiting for me and I think he's getting suspicious."

"Yes. I'll put it in your phone, call me and maybe we can meet this time tomorrow? I finish my shift at 5."

She put her number in my phone and we walked out together, trying to keep the surprise off our faces.

"Rats, it's not there. Thanks anyway though, um... sorry, I didn't catch your name?" I asked, hoping to lessen Matt's suspicion.

"My name is Hope, and no problem, have a good day you two," she softly spoke, wrapping her jacket around her thin frame and leaving the store, the little bell at the top of the door chiming and leaving Matt and me in a chilled silence.

"Man, it's a shame about your scarf," Matt spoke, the doubt written all over his face. I scoffed and walked out to the car, getting in before him. The ride home was spent in the same silence as the ride there and the time after Hope left. Is this all just a coincidence? It can't be. But if it isn't...

Then what does it mean?

I AM SO SORRY THAT UPDATE TOOK SO LONG

better late than never though... right?

I LOVE ALL OF YOU THAT ARE STILL HERE

UPDATES WILL BE QUICKER

I HOPE

well an update on my life: so I had 4 teeth and one wisdom tooth extracted, one molar exposed and a screw in the roof of my mouth put in recently and eating sucks

oh and I sprained my ankle

I've been going through a lot of shit lately and haven't had much time to write so I'm sorry but hopefully once my parents settle and I deal with my shit I can write more for you guys

sorry it sucks

bye I love you all have a wonderful day and week and month and year and life and stuff