Beachwood (H.S)

Beachwood (H.S)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 15, 2020
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Harry Styles
He rolls his eyes at me and takes a sip of his drink. "Oh come on. I like hanging out with you Rosie. I like talking to you. I enjoy doing things that I like. Don't overthink it. I think you like hanging out with me too. So let's just enjoy each other's company." I had spent all week trying to wrestle with these feelings, trying to figure out what they meant. But when he put it like that, it didn't seem so scary. Just enjoy each other's company. I could do that. We could do that. I nod slowly. "Okay. That seems alright." He laughs. "Yeah Rosie, we'll be alright." For two years Rosie's been the one pouring his coffee, and Harry's been the one making her laugh. He's been coming into the Beachwood Cafe almost every day for so long, he quickly became her favorite customer. But what happens when she realizes that being her favorite customer isn't all she wants him to be? A H.S story :)
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[a harry styles fanfiction] - lawyer!harry ▪︎ ▪︎ Note to my past self--do not, I repeat, do not say yes to marrying the handsome stranger you happen to know absolutely nothing about. I wasn't getting married in a lush green garden while the few friends I had cheered us on as I had always imagined I would. I wasn't laughing or crying from extreme happiness as every bride did at one point during the ceremony. I wasn't even wearing a white dress, let alone my dream wedding gown. Instead of a beautiful wedding dress, I had on a simple blue dress and I was standing next to the wrong man, one who did nothing but frown and glower. Also, his grip surprisingly tight around mine. Such a simple act, but holding a stranger's hand while you're getting married? Not fun. Hell, forget about handholding--I was about to be the wife of a man I knew nothing more about than what a quick Google search had provided. Yet I had willingly and knowingly agreed to this, hadn't I? ▪︎ ▪︎ [not my original story]

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