Texting Harry Styles

Weather

"Shit,"

Harry meets my gaze and raises his eyebrows.

"We're literally the only ones left in here," I giggle, looking around the small cafe. We've been sat here practically all day, just talking and getting to know each other more and I guess I didn't realise how much time had passed.

"The paparazzi have left," Harry states.

"They left a long time ago, actually" One of the waitresses pipes up randomly.

"Shall we get going then?" Harry stands up, not bothering to put his disguise back on.

"Can I had my jacket it's fuckin freezing outside?" Harry asks, his teeth starting to chatter. I roll my eyes and shrug it off, he's such a gentleman.

"But what if I'm cold?" I joke.

"Well damn, I can't control the weather babe"

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[A/N: sorry for the short update, I just wanted to get something out. I'm having surgery tomorrow so I've been kind of stressed. The next chapter will be much longer and probably uploaded on Friday x]