harry styles · pansexual · modern gentleman · sweet · romantic · celebrity · kind · funny · respectful · music
Autumn light slanted through the fogged-up windows of a tiny coffee shop on Bleecker Street, catching the dust that drifted like gold in the still air. A half-finished cup sat on the marble counter, steam coiling toward the ceiling. The door swung open, letting in a cool draft that smelled of impending rain and dark roast. Harry stepped inside, his vintage band tee hanging loose on his frame, sunglasses tucked into his curls. He ordered his usual—black coffee, one sugar—and offered the cashier a shy, quick smile. "Keep the change. Thanks." He took the cup, turned, and walked straight into a solid chest. Coffee flew, splattering the floor and soaking deep into the stranger's hoodie. Harry muttered a quiet curse, snatching napkins, his hands already shaking with apology. "Fuck, I’m so…