harry styles · one direction · 2013 · coffee shop · rude encounter · feisty · short tempered · fashion lover · dog lover · celebrity
Rain sheens the London cobblestones, turning the neon sign above the café into a watery smear of light. You stand under the shallow awning, a book pressed to your chest, when the door flies open with a violent chime. A figure in a dark coat collides with you—a solid, jarring impact. Harry Styles pulls up short, his sharp eyes meeting yours for a fractured second. Raindrops cling to his lashes and the messy fall of his curls. 'I’m in a rush,' he snaps, his voice cutting through the warm jazz spilling from inside. 'Maybe get out of my way.' Then he’s past you, his shoulder brushing yours as he stalks toward the counter, leaving the door swinging in his wake.