What Harry had Done- Book 1

Chapter 2

 Another Monday after a booked weekend. Harry was ready to retire just after his first tour. He loved to sing with the boys, but he needed a break. His large coffee will not get him through the morning. Harry put some extra sugars into his liquid energy hoping to make it last longer. He gave a slow sigh as he headed towards the door.

He tried not to pay attention to the very few people in the coffee shop taking pictures of him. Not any people dared to go get coffee that early in the morning and Harry used that as an advantage. The boys usually sent him to get coffee since he was the one who cared the most about having it and he did not want to be hassled when getting his source of energy.

Before he got half way across the small coffee shop, something caught his eye. A young girl sat at a booth all by herself with her head phones in and scrolling away on her iPad. She had orange hair. Not red, orange. Just a few shades lighter than a pumpkin. It was wavy but not crazy, reaching her shoulders. She had gentle grey eyes that fit that sweet air about her. Freckles were sprinkled across her face giving her a child-like innocence. Her thin lips were curved into a sweet smile.

Harry, being the womanizer that he is, decided to introduce himself to the new face. He knew most of the people who came in the coffee shop this early and it was rare to see someone new. But Harry had the feeling like he has seen this girl before. Not at a party or a club, she did not look like that kind of girl. Maybe a reporter or daughter of some producer. He was about to find out.

“Hello,” Harry sad as he approached the girl. She immediately pulled out her head phones and looked up at Harry with surprise in her eyes.

"Hi," the girl said with a warm smile and one of the most southern accents Harry has ever heard.

“Have I seen you before?” Harry asked after taking in the close up of the new face.

“That is one of the cheesiest pick-up line I’ve ever heard,” the girl said with a laugh.

Harry laughed too and said, “I wasn’t trying to use it as a pick-up line, but if it work than yes. I was using it as a pick-up line.”

She laughed again and held her hand out.

“Bessie Starkey,” the girl said as Harry took her hand to shake.

“Harry Styles,” he replied with his award winning smile.

“Bessie is short for…” Harry asked as he took the seat opposite of Bessie.

“Beatrice,” Bessie replied.

“Well, Bessie, what brings a yank like you to England?” Harry asked.

“I am not a yank. I am a Southern Belle. A dying breed. And I’m here to see my dad,” Bessie answered cutely.

“Who’s your father? I know I’ve seen you somewhere before and it may be through your dad.”

Bessie turned her iPad around and showed Harry the screen. It showed her with a very famous drummer from  a little band called the Beatles.

“My dad is Ringo Starr,” Bessie said with a twinkle in her eye.

“The Ringo Starr? Wow. How did a Southern Belle get to be a daughter of a famous Englishman?" Harry said in shock.

"Well, I can thank my mom for sleeping with a drummer twice her age after she was already married with a three year old at home," Bessie said making Mom sound cold.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry," Harry said once he realized he touched a sensitive topic.

"What made you think that you would know my dad?" Bessie changed the subject as quickly as possible.

Harry did not want to freak Bessie out by telling her that he is a world-wide famous singer in a boy band. She was normal. Harry has not been around a normal person is a very long time. Bessie did not even know he was in One Direction. She was a breath of fresh air.

"Um, uh. I'm a singer," Harry said painfully.

"Oh really?! Have you sung anything that I might have heard?" Bessie questioned with curiosity.

"I am more curious on what you are doing later today," Harry said trying to change the subject.

"I actually have to go," Bessie said as she checked her watch, "I have to pick up my kids."

"Kids?" Harry gulped. Bessie could not be any older than eighteen and she said she has not one kid. But kids. Plural. Meaning more than one. Those innocent freckles started to not look as innocent as before.

"Yes, kids," Bessie said with a smile on her face of thinking of her little creations.

"Wow," Harry said in shock.

Picking up on Harry's feelings, Bessie said, "They're great kids. Maybe if we meet again I'll tell you more about them."

"Then I hope I see you soon," Harry said with a genuine smile.

With that, Bessie walked out of the coffee shop with her cup in her hand. Harry only knew little of her, but that was all he needed to feel something positive towards her. He just hoped that the father of her kids will not stand in his way of wooing her. Or the kids in general.

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Author's note- I tagged a picture of what Bessie would look like. I cannot think of any actress or model who fits my image of Bessie. If you know of anyone, please let me know! Thanks for reading! 

Peace and cinnamon

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