Beauty In The Dark - A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 4 - Coffee

     "I need caffine. Lets be white girls and go to Starbucks." Creslie says to Tate. "I could use some coffee." Tate thinks outloud. They both change out of their pajamas and get into Creslie's car. Tate looks at the clock, its 2:30. Perfect time for coffee, right??

     Creslie and Tate drive to the other side of town to Starbucks. Creslie orders a "White Mocha Frappuccino," as always, and Tate orders a "Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappuccino", as always. They order their coffee and go sit down at a table by the window.

     They sit and talk for a while when they're about to leave, when Tate looks over and sees Harry walking in. Her heart drops and she gets the worst butterflies in her stomach imaginable. "What is he doing here?!" she whispers to Creslie. Creslie looks over at Harry. Harry looks around, sees the two, and starts walking over to their table with a huge smile on his face.

     "Whaaat?" said Creslie sarcastically, "Who's Harry? I don't know a 'Harry'." Harry comes and sits next to Tate and Creslie. "How have you been?" Harry asks. Tate doesn't answer. The butterflies in her stomach are so bad she feels like she's going to throw up. No, not right now! Tate thinks to herself. Harry's here. She can't embarrass herself. "I gotta pee." Tate says. She runs right into the bathroom and locks the door behind her. A million thoughts were running through her head. Why is Harry here? How did he know that we'd be here? "He probably thinks I'm an idiot for running in here like that.." Tate says to herself. "I better get back out there so he doesn't think I'm weird.." Tate thinks to herself. She unlocks the door and walks to the table where just Harry is.

     "Umm.. where's Creslie?" Tate asks Harry. "She said she had to run home real quick and left me to keep you company, so.. Hello!" Harry says with a grin. Tate can feel the vomit coming up her throat again. She cannot embarrass herself in front of him. She looks at Harry, "Alright." she says with a smile, and sits down in the chair next to Harry.

     The two talk for hours, about life, about family, about hometowns, everything. "I currently work in a bakery now, but what I'd really love to do is to be a singer." Harry says. Tate looks surprised, "You sing?" "Not in front of people. Why?" Harry responds. "I just wouldn't take you as the 'singing' type. With all your tattoos and piercings." Tate says. Harry pulls out his lip ring, and Tate notices that there's no hole where the ring would go. Harry leans in to Tate, "Its fake." he whispers with a smile.

     Tate looks at the time and they had been there for 4 hours. Creslie still wasn't back yet. "Uhh.. I'd better be getting home. Its getting kinda late." Tate tells Harry. Harry looks sad, "Alright. Let me give you a ride at least." Harry says to Tate. Tate happily agrees. Tate and Harry walk outside and get into Harry's car. "Now, you're gonna have to give me directions to your house." he says. Tate smiles, "yeah, I know."

     Harry and Tate are driving home. "How did you know that Creslie and I would be there?" Tate asks Harry. "Creslie told me to meet you guys there. I couldn't resist. I'd be able to see you again." Harry responds. "Why'd she leave us then?" Tate asks. "She knew that she was going to leave because she wanted us to have alone time, or at least thats what she said to me." Harry says. "Well I'm glad she did." Tate says to Harry. Harry smiles at her.

     Harry pulls into the driveway of Tate's apartment building. "Thank you for the ride home, Harry. It was really sweet." Tate says. "No problem. Call me anytime, okay?" Harry says. Tate nods and starts to get out of the car.

     Harry pulls her back into the car and makes her sit back down. Tate is surprised by this, "What are you doing, Harry?" she asks. Harry kisses her without hesitation. Tate doesn't know what to do, but she likes it. She starts kissing him back when she realizes what she's doing. Tate pulls away fast, "No. We can't be doing this. I just met you!" Harry looks down and puts his head in his hands, "I know.. I'm sorry, Tate." Tate could hear his voice crack. He was about to cry.

     Tate felt bad for yelling. She turns his head with her hands and kisses him on the cheek. She half smiles and says, "Night." Then gets out of the car and walks into her apartment without looking back. After she's in her room she can hear Harry drive away.

     She lays down in her bed and is almost asleep when her phone goes off. Its a text from Harry, "I'm sorry, love. Could we hang out again sometime? Soon? Call me whenever xx" She smiles at the text and responds, "Tomorrow. Come over. Night."