my coffee wrapped by my hand,
i sat at the table
in the very corner alone.
on the table words were scribbled.
dear starbucks drinker-
hello, I'm harry. how is your day
going?
•dear harry-
hi! i'm roseline. i'm good and you?
YOU ARE READING
Starbucks Notes {h.s.}
FanfictionA boy in London. A girl from Texas. Both trying to escape the and find something new. Little did they know that scribbles on a wooden table at Starbucks would change it all. ••••••••••• A Harry Styles Short Story. Part of the Message Series, in incl...
