Silk || hs

Coffee Talk

Leave it to me to get a boyfriend literally the night before I have to go home for a whole week to celebrate Thanksgiving. Now, normally I fucking love Thanksgiving because it's legitimately a holiday centered around food and I think that's fucking beautiful, but now that the greatest desire of my heart has been fulfilled via Harry Styles, I find myself not so excited about being home.

After the dinner party, I went to Harry's apartment and stayed the night, which made leaving him that much harder. We spent nearly the whole night just laying in his bed and talking about the randomest things, including cringey couple things like how we find one another cute in these really weird, small ways. In the end though, what really made me hate having to come home was the way we fell asleep.

Initially, we were laying side-by-side facing each other like best friends chattering away at a spend-the-night party, but at some point, I found myself wrapped up in Harry's strong, tattooed arms with my face nuzzled into his wonderfully defined chest. The conversation that took place during that embrace is what changed everything for me. It was then that I realized how deep this whole thing really is for Harry. His asking me to be exclusively with him goes beyond the ridiculous titles of boyfriend and girlfriend so much so that it truly does reveal the deepest desires of his heart, and that fact alone makes me feel more deeply for him than I ever thought possible.

Now, I know I haven't brought her up before in this little narrative of mine, but one person who has been there for me throughout this whole college experience is my best friend from high school. Alex Baker is a spunky little bitch who I love deeply and trust with all my many, many worrying thoughts. I like to think that I am half as good of a friend as she is to me, though I know that might be a bit of a long shot. But for real though, I have vented to her about the whole Harry thing for weeks now, and she has been a constant encouragement to me throughout the whole thing. I really could not be more thankful for her than I am now.

The reason I haven't mentioned her thus far is because I would just be repeating myself if I were to narrate our conversations, but now, I find that one particular discussion with her regarding a certain British man is an entirely necessary event to include.

All this to say, here I am at home, sad about being away from Harry, yet ridiculously excited about getting to meet up with Alex for the first time since leaving for college back in August. She goes to some fancy school in New York, so she doesn't get the chance to come home much, which is why I intend to treasure this time with her while it lasts.

The moment Alex's car pulls into the parking lot of our favorite coffee shop, I nearly throw myself out of my car in a fit of excitement to reach her. We embrace like best friends do, obnoxiously squealing and jumping about before finally calming the fuck down and actually looking each other in the face like normal human beings.

I'll admit, I have never really been the type to squeal upon seeing a friend because honestly, that kind of thing annoys me. However, I have not seen this wonderful human in months, so a good squeal is entirely necessary, and I am not sorry for it.

"I've missed you so much," I say to Alex, opening the door to the coffee shop and allowing her to walk in before me.

She glances back at me as she moves towards the register and smiles the smile that has cheered me up too many times to count, "I've missed you, too, Cam. I wish you could come back to New York with me."

With a dry laugh, I shake my head, "I would go for you, but you know I don't like big cities like that."

Alex rolls her eyes and stares up at the menu on the wall despite the fact that she gets the same thing every time, "I know. You don't like cities, and you're obsessed with trucks now? Are you turning into the redneck that people stereotype us Carolinians to be?"