In His Arms [h.s.]

chapter 6.

Harper's Pov

I waited outside in front of the cafe at a little, pink pastel table. It was 6:50 in the evening and the breeze gently blowed as a chill ran down my spine.

I scrolled through my Instagram feed which mainly consisted of fashion, dancing, and a ton of drama from the girls that went to my high school. Getting bored with that, I decided to go in the cafe and buy a coffee for myself and Harry. Hopefully he liked coffee.

"Hi what can I get for you today?" A middle aged woman sweetly smiled at me.

"Umm, can I get two vanilla Carmel swirl coffees please?" I returned a smile.

"Sure thing, that'll be $3.87, and just one minute." She disappeared behind the door to make the coffee.

I pulled my wallet out and got the amount of money she had told me. I then handed it to her as she walked back out with our coffees.

She carefully handed me the two hot cups of coffee and I made my way back to the table I was sitting at before.

I looked at my clock on my phone and it said five o'clock so Harry should be here any minute. I took a sip of my coffee and casually scrolled through my phone another time.

Soon, I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up from my phone to see a guy in a plaid shirt standing in front of me. "Hey! I got you a coffee," I smiled recognizing him and handed him his cup.

"Thank you Harper, you didn't have to." He replied.

"Well I thought why not, since I was already here." I chuckled. "Now what would you like to explore first?" I looked over at him.

"What if we just walked the boardwalk or something?" He suggested.

"That sounds great," I grinned and began walking around the block that lead to the beach.

"So have you got any hobbies Styles?" I asked him as we neared the beach.

"Erm...I really like poetry and football-"

"Soccer." I coughed, trying not to laugh.

"Hey," He playfully nudged me then took a sip of his coffee, cringing.

I giggled, "Please tell me you're a coffee person." I referred to his awful face contortion.

"Oh...um...I'm not." He laughed choking on another sip.

"Well then stop drinking it!" I snorted, then immediately covered my mouth, making Harry double over in laughter.

"That's cute, and I didn't want to hurt your feelings." He spoke as we walked on the boardwalk.

"You wouldn't have hurt my feelings," I chuckled slightly blushing, "So now that I know you're not a coffee person, what do you like?"

"I'm more of a tea kinda guy," He smirked and looked out at the ocean.

"Oh I see, I guess I could've guessed that...you being British and all."

"Just because I'm British doesn't mean that I automatically like tea and crumpets." He joked.

"Hey I didn't say anything about your crumpets...so don't get them in a twist." I pursed my lips together to keep from laughing at my wonderful joke.