Harry Styles, a very open lesbian and a very famous Instagram model. Louis Tomlinson, a very open bisexual and also a very famous Instagram model.
A story about how the two models became the top most loved couple, with it all starting at a very well...
"Dems, I called you like 5 times and you never picked up," I told my friend as I was driving to my most favorite place in the world. Starbucks. "You know that I'm a heavy sleeper Harry!" Demi defended. "Yeah, but you also know that I always go to Starbucks at 12:30. You can't keep getting upset with me when you are the one who doesn't set alarms," I told her and pulled into the parking lot. I heard her puff and I wanted to laugh at her silly attitude. "I'll get you your usual, so don't worry," I said and stopped my black car.
I stepped out and put on my sunglasses. "It's not only that Harry! I'm your Starbucks buddy! What if you find another coffee buddy?" She asked and I can hear her pout. "You know that you can never be replaced Dems," I said with a soft smile as I closed the driver side door. "Okay...if you say so. You better bring me with you next time!" "Of course sweetie, see you later," I told her and kissed the phone before walking to the front doors of the cafe. The sound of my heels hitting the floor was the main thing heard when I walked in.
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I walked up to the counter and the man looked at me and looked at my chest before glancing at his hips, making me roll my eyes. I won't lie to you...I have an ass worth looking at. No I didn't get surgery, but I did spend a lot of time doing squats and lunges. "Um, I would like to order please," I said, trying not to sound annoyed, but failed miserably. "Sure, what would a pretty girl like you would want from me?" "From you?" I asked and he nodded before biting his lip.
"I would really want you to...take my order?" I said and was confused as to where he thought that there was going to be something. You see, I'm a very open lesbian. A raging one at that. There are no man that I would ever find attractive. Sure, I will say if they look nice, but that's about it really. "Your order? Does that include..." he reaches out to my chest and stuck his tongue out.
I backed up. "You perv! I'm a customer! How dare you try to act like that towards me!" I scolded. There were workers who looked at me, then at the employee and just shook their heads. Soon, the manager walked to the counter to address the issue at hand. "What seems to be the problem here?" She asked. "Your employee here keeps staring at my body like as if it's his very first meal. He then tried to reach out to my breasts. You are lucky that I'm a nice person, because he would've been slapped," I told her and glared at the employee.
"Oh I am so sorry ma'am, I'll talk to him right now. Another employee should be taking your order shortly," She said and I nodded before the lad walked away, following his boss to the back. A female with blonde hair walked up and smiled. "Sorry for the inconvenience, how may I help you?" She asked and I smiled once again.
"Thank you. I would like a Caramel Frappuccino with whipped cream, drizzle of caramel syrup in top. The size will be a venti, and can I have 3 espresso shots in that?" "Of course! Will that be all?" "No, may I also get an Iced Guava Passionfruit Coconut milk drink, and please make it a grande?" "Yes ma'am, is that it?" "A lemon cake too please, and that'll be it," I said and took my wallet out.
