♕𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐬♕ 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫

✰.𝐎𝐧𝐞.✰

♕Brian's P.O.V ♕

I turned around to see a rather messy, but pretty, blonde kid winking at me calling me ❛Madam❜

Raising an eyebrow at him I took the Coffee. ❝Er-Thanks?❞ I said awkwardly.

His eyebrows raised to the top of his hairline and began stumbling with his words.

❝I'm terribly sorry-sir.❞ He stammered turning a bright pink.

❝No worries.❞ I said taking a sip from my coffee, which was surprisingly luke warm. I actually hate coffeee, but still drank it to wake up in the morning.

He walked back behind the counter and I noticed the other waiter leaning against it was in a fit of laughter.

❝Shut up!❞ I think heard the blonde say.

I gave a small smile, hiding it behind the chipped mug of coffee and turned back to the notes on my table.

I had come to London for school to study astrophysics, I arrived at my dorm yesterday night when it was only lightly drizzling, but now it's bloody puddling down, so much for wanting to explore London.

I got as far as this coffee shop with my crappy umbrella that ended up breaking from blowing inside out to much, but it's actually quite nice here, especially the delicious Raspberry eclairs.

Running a hand through my curly hair and crossing my legs I picked up a sheet of lyrics.

❝In the year of 39, the simple year the volunteers came home that day.❞ I read, humming the tune in my head.

I'm not sure where I'm trying to go with this lyric writing for my guitar, I plan to become an astrophysicist so I guess lowkey being a rockstar is just a hobby.

I must of sat there just scribbling away at my notes because soon the coffee cup was empty and blonde had come back to offer me another cup.

❝Another cup of coffee-Sir?❞ He asked, I guess he was still embarrassed after mistaking me for a women, surprisingly he wasn't the first one to though.

I put down my notes and looked up at him, wow, he had pretty eyes.

❝Yes thank you.❞ I smiled.

I guess I still hadn't properly woken up, it was around ten o'clock in the morning yet I still felt drowsy, so another cup wouldn't hurt.

❝Alright.❞ He nodded, then hurrying off.

❝In the days when lands were new." I continued, tapping my foot a bit under the table.

I sighed leaning back in my chair and looked out the window once again at the cars zooming by and couples huddled under umbrellas run past.

♫Rogers P.O.V♫

I was still half asleep, but growing more confident to deliver coffee to the customers.

Grabbing the cup of coffee that John had made, I walked over to the man who didn't even seem to notice me walking over to him, as he was still writing whatever he was writing, occasionally looking out the window every now and again.

I should probably stop calling him a ❛man❜ because he looks about the same age as me, and I'm no man, just a pathetic teenager.

Anyway, I guess I must of been staring at him to much, because as I was getting closer, I noticed his pretty brown eyes and smart pair of clogs he was wearing.

I was staring at him to much, because I was completely lost, floating in my own mind, that was until Freddie burst through the door.

❝Good morning Darlings!❞ He Yelled and with that, my feet tripped over each other and me the coffee went flying.

The man caught me mid flight, and I landed in his arms, but the coffee on the other hand was not so fortunate to land in the arms of a handsome man.

He stumbled backwards a bit asking if I was ok.

The coffee had splattered all over his papers and I desperately lept out of his arms, my face now a deep red, and my mouth began rapping ❝sorry!❞ Over and over again.

My mind was racing on what to do first, save his papers? Get more napkins? Clean up the broken mug? Apologies more? I ran a hand through my hair again and began to try to save his papers that were dripping in brown coffee.

"Shit-I'm so sorry about you're papers!" I Said plucking up a soggy brown piece of paper, then looking at them a little more closely.

❝Are these song lyrics?❞ I asked, forgetting about how there was coffee everywhere.

❝Really-it's no problem, and yeah they are, but not very good ones.❞ he nodded, crouching down to pick up the broken pieces of mug.

❝Write you're letters in the sand for the day I take you're hand, in land that our grand children knew.❞ I began to hum.

❝Catchy.❞ I grinned, then remembered about the broken mug.

❝Oh right-sorry! The coffee.❞ I gasped and ran back behind the counter on the hunt for some more napkins, as I already used most of them.

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