Not many people could put up with someone as bitchy and high maintenance as Harry Styles.
Until one day, his world changed.
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Day One:
"I want a Venti non- fat, vanilla Latte." Harry demanded, slapping his credit card on the counter. "And this time.. make it right!"
"I'm sorry for the mixup sir.." The barista apologized. "We will make it right this time.."
"Good!" Harry shouted. "I don't want to see an ounce of fat in that Latte! Are you trying to destroy my perfect body?"
"Umm.."
"I didn't think so!" Harry interrupted, swiping his card and putting it away. "I come to Starbucks for coffee! Instead I get people trying to sabotage my body cause they're clearly jealous!"
Suddenly Harry felt someone come from behind him, rubbing his shoulder.
"Hey.." The stranger mumbled in his ear. "Stop being a bitch.."
Harry turned around. "Excuse me!?"
"You heard me.."
The boy standing in front of him was a short fellow, no older than 20; Insanely beautiful. Bright blue eyes, chiseled cheekbones and perfectly messy brown hair.
Harry had never seen anyone so attractive before.
Besides himself of course.
But that still didn't change the fact that this boy just called him a bitch.
"You can't speak to me that way! Who do you think you are?" Harry yelled angrily, stomping his foot.
"I'm Louis Tomlinson.." He held his hand out to shake.
Harry shoved his hand away. "Don't touch me." He huffed. "I don't care who you are. You have no right to come up behind me and call me a bitch."
"Well.. you were acting like one. Someone had to say it. " Louis shrugged. "You are cute though.. hardly intimidating."
"Don't call me cute. You don't know me.."
"One Venti non-fat vanilla latte. " The barista called from behind the counter.
Harry walked over, grabbing his drink.
Louis followed.
"Why are you following me?" Harry huffed, sipping his drink.
"You intrigue me.."
Louis followed Harry as he walked out of the Starbucks.
"I don't care.. I don't want your company." Harry began strutting down the street.
"How do you know you don't want my company? You haven't even given me a chance?" Louis grabbed his arm.
"I said don't touch me.. I'm above you." Harry snarled, pulling his arm away.
"Wow.. you really are a little bitch, aren't you?"
"Yes. Now fuck off!" Harry jogged away, leaving Louis alone on the street.
"Wow.. " Louis mumbled to himself. "I need him.."
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Day Two:
Harry strutted into Starbucks, making his way to the front counter.
"I want a Venti non- fat vanilla latte.." Harry demanded, sunglasses still on. "Chop, chop."
"That will be right out for you, sir.."
"Awesome.." Harry rolled his eyes, swiping his card.
"Hello again.."
Harry turned around to see the same annoying peasant from yesterday.
"Fancy seeing you here.." Louis folded his arms.
"Oh God.." Harry groaned. "Not you again! You can't come here.. This is my Starbucks!"
"I didn't realize that you owned this Starbucks.. I don't see your name on it."
"You don't even know my name, half pint.." Harry laughed at his own comment.
"No I don't, actually.." Louis whispered, walking closer to him. "But I'd like to.."
Harry backed up. "Whoa whoa, personal space.."
"Sorry.." Louis apologized. "So are you gonna tell me your name or not?"
"No."
"Venti non-fat vanilla latte.."
Harry walked away, retrieving his drink.
Louis followed. "Do you always get the same drink?"
"Yes. Now leave me alone." Harry sipped his drink, walking out the door.
Louis grabbed his arm.
"What do I have to do to get you to tell me your name.. I told you mine.."
"Really.. you did?" Harry mocked. "Well it doesn't matter because I already forgot it.."
Harry walked away, leaving Louis alone once again.
