Synchronization

Synchronization

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Harry Styles
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Lucy has never been one of the girls that everyone notices. She's quiet and timid but her thoughts are loud and clear. When she gets a job at a tiny cafe at the end of the street, she meets a regular customer ; Harry Styles. She likes the way he smiles at her when she walks by or when she gives him his usual order every morning. He likes the way she speaks to him, as if he's a real human being unlike other people who treat him like nothing. As time goes on and their friendship grows, she notices the black journal he writes in every morning when he's sitting in the corner window seat of the cafe. She never asks what he writes, simply because he never tells her. The only writing of his she does see are the messages he writes on the bottom of his coffee cup for her every single day.
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Rain drummed against the windows of the café, a steady rhythm that softened the low hum of conversation and the faint clinking of cups. Claire Morrone stood behind the counter, her fingers absently fiddling with the edge of her apron as her eyes drifted to her notebook lying open on the counter. A half-finished lyric stared back at her, mocking in its incompleteness. The bell above the door jingled, and a gust of wind carried in a drenched figure. Claire glanced up, offering her standard, polite smile-until she recognized him. Harry Styles. The Harry Styles, hair dripping, clothes clinging to his frame, and an air of untouchable charm despite the weather. He pulled his hood back, shaking off droplets like a stray dog finding shelter. "Rough out there," he said, his voice warm, deep, and effortlessly disarming. "Coffee?" Claire asked, grabbing a cup before he even nodded. He slid onto a stool at the counter, his green eyes scanning the room before landing on her notebook. "You a poet?" "Not really." She closed the notebook a little too quickly, her cheeks warming. Harry chuckled, a low, melodic sound. "Always wanted to be a poet. Never quite made it past the 'dumb' part." +++ short story

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