Starbucks Lovers (L.S)

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"I really don't wanna do this anymore Nialler." I whine as he drags me towards a Starbucks.

"C'mon Tommo, I have a feeling about this one I'm telling ya." Niall pleads and does his puppy dog eyes, which I have never, and will never, be able to resist. So I just groan out a fine and Niall cheers.

We walk into the Starbucks - I don't even like Starbucks, so I don't really know why - and my eyes scan over the room quickly. I don't notice anyone in particular first off, but I know Niall is going to bug me about this if I don't do it. Then maybe afterwards he'll give up and we can go home.

"Is there any gay, single men in here?" I'm swaying back and forth on my feet and my hands are entwined behind my back.

I'm about to leave the store again when I don't see any raised hands, but as I have turned around and am about to walk out, Niall grabs my shoulder and swings me back around.

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows at him.

He points his finger and I look up at the room again and then in the back corner I see a hand timidly and slowly raising. I can't see the face of the person since there's a lot of people standing in front of him. But when people start to notice the hand and realize what's happening they move out of the way. Before I know it they've created a path directly to the table he's sitting at.

I look at him for the first time and my eyes fall upon the prettiest face I have ever seen in my life. Just, wow. That's literally my only thought; wow.

He has long brown curls embracing his face. His eyes are green and I could literally stare at them until the end of time. He has tattoos, and a lot of them. I am a sucker for tattoos. He's wearing black skinny jeans, a pink feather button down and brown boots.

I mean, that's style.

Without noticing I'm slowly walking closer and closer to where he sits and suddenly I'm standing right in front of him.

"Um, hi." I accidentally squeak the words out and as soon as I do my eyes go wide. Wow, Louis, what a charmer.

He smiles and I could just faint right as I see those dimples of his popping out. Just as I thought he had reached the maximum level of perfectness.

"Hi, I'm Harry." He apparently didn't reach it yet because that voice is just- I can't even. It's dark and slow and so sexy.

"Louis. Sorry 'bout that. I don't usually talk like that." I'm fiddling with my fingers and the nerves are taking over my entire body.

"'S okay. You can get away with it." He mumbles the last part but I hear it anyway.

"I can get away with it?" He nods quickly. "Why?" I smile. Wow, I'm already so comfortable in the conversation, and without knowing it I manage to sit down across from him.

Harry's face turns scarlet pink and I can see he's contemplating what to say.

"'cause you're like..you know-" He squirms.

"Like what?" I smirk. I know I'm teasing him, but I think he likes it and I find it very intriguing.

"Hot."

My eyes widen. I didn't expect that at all, but I couldn't be happier about it.

"Sorry, that was too quick, I'm sorry- I shouldn't- I don't know why I- I'm sorry-" He starts excusing, stumbling over his own words.

I can't help but smile at him as he continues to make excuses and apologies for calling me hot.

"It's okay. It's so okay actually. I don't mind at all," I smile at him and he seems relieved but he's still not showing those deep dimples of his again.