Started with a Text (a Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 20

Janie's Pov

I stood at the back of the line, waiting my turn while also looking for the boys. When Harry told me we didn't have sex that often, made me lose it. I couldn't believe he broke us up over sex. You know the definition of sex to me is passionate love making, wait is that what I was trying to get at earlier? No, I was thinking about something else.

The line gets shorter by the second with three cashiers working, sending coffee after coffee or donut after donut.

"May I help who ever is next?" I walk up to the cashier, Trisha, looking at the menu for the millionth time.

"Yes I would like a Iced Caffe' Latte please." She pulls out a screen pen, the ones you use for iPhones and Touchscreen Computers so they won't have fingerprints, and presses some buttons making the cash register dig popping the money tray out.

"Is that all for you today?" I nod with a smile. "Your total is $2.48." I hand her a 5 dollar bill, she grabs it with a smile and gives me my change.

The Starbucks' is small, like a kitchen and dinning room from an apartment small. With measly 10 tables with half of them a two seater and the rest with 4, 5, even 6 seaters. Moving fast so no one can take the table, I pull a chair out of the 5 chaired table and sit. Sipping my drink I watch people come in and out, cashiers taking and handing money back, the boss tell one of the janitors to clean the tables twice. People these days, yelling at their co-workers, workers, wifes, husbands, kids, friends, boss', you name it. Could they be any more mean? (it's a saying) What if one of their kids or family pasted away? Would you cut them some slack then? What if they're going through a divorce? So many things could happen just in a blink of an eye.

Snap. Snap.

"Wha-what?" I blink a couple times so it won't look like I'm about to cry. Not blinking for a while makes me look like I'm about to cry, I don't know why. (I know why it makes your eyes glossy or watery, because leaving your eyes open for a while makes them dry and gets dirt in them so tears are a way to get the "sickness" or dirt out.)

"We've been standing here for like 5 minutes." I look up to the familiar faces I really do start to cry. Louis pulls me into his chest, his fake beard rubbing against my chin making me giggle.

"Why are you guys here? And why are you wearing beards?" I pull down Louis beard a kiss him on his cheek, causing him to blush. I do the same with the rest of the boys.

Niall takes a sip of my drink and makes a shriveled look, "This is disgusting, it's like candy and popcorn mixed. Have you guys tried that I mean I'm Niall freaking Horan I love food, just not popcorn and candy mixed together." Here we go again his little random conversations he thinks he's having with the rest of us but turns out he's just having it with himself.

"No Niall we haven't. We have these disguises on so people won't recognize us, we would've had our regular disguises but they were in Harry's room and we didn't want to disturb him. Oh we can to see you!" Louis says almost screaming the last part.

"Why? I thought when one of you guys break up with your "girlfriend" you don't talk to them again." isn't that what most celebs do? I mean like Liam and Miley. (Not Liam Payne)

"Well you thought wrong, sometimes we do and sometimes we don't. This situation is a don't, we would always talk to you, like right now! We are going to be staying in a hotel for a couple nights while you sleep over! Isn't it going to be fun?" Liam says mostly with enthusiasm but mainly with excitement.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

Crap that's my phone, that could be my mom or- Harry. Do I pick up?

"Guys I'll be right back, I have to take this." I leave the little building and go to the little bench in front of Starbucks window.