Harry tiptoed slowly into the Starbucks, hoping to avoid the annoying little man who had antagonized him 2 days in a row.
He looked around, letting out a sigh of relief when he realized he was no where to be found.
Harry made his way to the front counter as usual, ordering his drink.
"Venti non-fat vanilla latte."
Harry suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Hey stranger.." Louis mumbled from behind.
Harry turned around with a snarl. "I told you to leave me alone!"
"Well now that I know a beautiful man like you exists. How can I stay away?" Louis walked in front of Harry. "So.. are you ready to tell me your name?"
"No." Harry crossed his arms. "And I never will be."
"Never is a strong word.." Louis paused, patting his shoulder. "Don't worry.. I'll get you to tell me, one way or another."
Harry laughed. "And how are you gonna do that?"
"Oh I have my ways.." Louis mumbled, inching closer to him. "So.. what are your plans for today?"
"Non- fat vanilla latte!"
"None of your business." Harry huffed, grabbing his drink from the counter.
"Sounds like you have nothing planned.." Louis grabbed Harry's arm before he could walk away. "How about you take a ride with me? I'll buy you a drink."
"What did I say about touching me! God you're annoying.." Harry pulled his arm away, making his way toward the exit.
Louis followed. "Come on! Just one drink.."
"I said.." Harry paused, looking deeply into his blue eyes. "No."
Louis smiled. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, curly."
"Yeah.. I already know they're beautiful!" Harry huffed. "I don't need some little Peter Pan looking boy to tell me that."
"Damn you're feisty!" Louis paused, licking his lips. "I like it.."
"Ugh you're gross!" Harry started stomping away. "And stop following me!"
"So no drink then?!" Louis yelled as Harry walked down the street and out of sight.
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Day Four:
Harry almost thought about skipping his usual Starbucks today, but he knew he couldn't. He needed his coffee to survive.
He decided he would try to go at an earlier time than usual to try to avoid the pesky boy who kept bothering him.
Harry walked in quickly, making his way to the counter and ordering his drink.
"Venti non-fat vanilla latte!" Harry shouted, turning his head. "And make it quick! I'm in a rush!"
"Alright sir, that will be $4.56.."
Harry swiped his card quickly. He looked behind him to make sure the annoying boy couldn't creep up on him again.
"So far so good.." He mumbled to himself, sitting on a nearby chair.
He scrolled through his iPhone, waiting for his coffee to be finished.
"Wow.. Nice phone you got there.."
Harry sighed loudly, looking up from his phone.
"Surprised to see me this early?" Louis casually sat down beside him. "I figured I should try to drink coffee earlier in the day so I can sleep better at night."
"Does it look like a give a shit?" Harry muttered, going back to his phone. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"Whoa.. calm down, curly."
Harry looked up, glaring at him. "Don't call me curly.."
"Well since I don't know your real name, I'll just have to call you curly.." Louis chuckled, laying his cheek on his hand; admiring him.
"How about you just leave me alone and don't call me anything?" Harry gave a fake smile, going back to his phone.
"Gosh.. you're such a little bitch." Louis exhaled, staring at him. "But you sure are pretty.."
"Don't call me a bitch." Harry scoffed. "But yeah.. I already know I'm pretty."
"Do you think I'M pretty?" Louis asked, batting his eyelashes.
"In case you haven't noticed.. I'm not really interested in giving compliments, Peter Pan.."
"My names Louis." He huffed. "Not Peter Pan."
"Well my names Harry.. not curly.." He paused, realizing what he just did. He threw his face in his hands. "Oh God.."
Louis laughed at him. "See! I knew I could trick you into telling me your name!"
"Just shut up, alright." Harry sighed. "Fine.. You win.."
"So Harry.. What do you do for a living?"
Harry ignored him. He looked behind the counter with an annoyed expression. "Where is my drink!"
"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Louis chimed in.
"I don't need your opinion." Harry stood up, walking toward the front counter. "Excuse me, where's my drink?"
"What did you order sir?"
"A Venti non-fat vanilla latte like I always do! This isn't brain surgery! You're just making bloody coffee.." Harry paused, catching his breath. "How could it possibly take 10 years to make one simple coffee!"
"We're sorry sir.. we will have it right out for you." The barista said.
"I should be getting free coffee for a year for what I've been through today! And another thing-"
Suddenly Harry felt someone wrap their tiny arms around his waist, whispering to him.
"Shhh... calm down, curly.."
Harry whipped his body around, angrily. "Don't touch me!"
"Stop being a bitch then. I think someone needs to set you straight.." Louis groaned.
"Excuse me!?" Harry yelled. "Don't you dare to speak to me like that! Someone needs to set you straight!"
"Non- fat vanilla latte.."
Harry ran over to the back counter, grabbing his drink angrily.
"Don't you dare try to follow me, Peter Pan! I swear to God I'll pour hot coffee all over your stupid little head!" Harry huffed, storming out of the coffee shop.
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