Coffee or Tea?

Louis Tomlinson works in a coffee shop, and likes to draw.

Harry Styles moves into the house next to his.

Will Louis try to make friends? Or we he just ignore him?


4. Chapter Four


Harry : hi

Harry : are you awake yet?

Harry : louis, it's 12:52 rn

Harry : LOUIS

Harry : wake uuuupppp

Harry : im glaring at my phone

Harry : im gonna leave..


~Twenty Minutes Later~



Louis : cheeze-its, im on break.. at wORK

Louis : the phone was buzzing all freaking morning

Harry : oh, umm.. sorry?

Louis : its fine

Harry : hey, when do you get off o work?

Louis : uuummm...

Louis : my shifts over at 7

Harry : m'k   :)))

Louis : why the scary smiley?

Harry : no reason.. BYE

Louis : oh. um.

Louis : bye? i guess..

Third Person P.O.V.

Harry was grinning like the Cheshire Cat when he got the idea. (Get it? Cause Harry's from Cheshire, and he likes pus- CATS, HE LIKES CATS)

He was going to surprise Louis at the cafe. He freshened up, and hopped in his car. When he got there, he opened the door to see Louis, with his head down, drawing.

He tapped on the front counter, and Louis didn't look up. "Hello, can I take your order?" Louis asked in a monotone voice.

"Wow, is this how you treat all of your customers?"

Louis snapped his head up, but tried to maintain his cool. "No, only you."

It was silent for a while, and all of a sudden, they both started laughing.

Louis was hanging on to the counter for dear life, while Harry was clutching his stomach.

"Hey Lou, I got the cookies you nee--" Liam stopped talking abruptly once he saw the odd sight in front off him. He backed out slowly, set the cookies down, and sprinted to the place only he and Annelisa knew about.

Harry stopped laughing eventually, but Louis was still giggling to himself.    

"Should I start over, then?" Louis asked.

Harry nodded, making the curls atop his head shake.

"Hello sir, may I take you order? Would you like to try our special?"

"What's the special?"

"We don't have one, I just thought it would fit in nice with the question. Did it?"

"Yes." Harry said sarcastically.

"Really though, what do you want?"

"Umm, can you get me a Yorkshire tea?"

Louis beamed. "Of course."

While Louis prepared the drink, he hummed, without taking notice.

"Hey Louis, can you sing for me?"

Louis froze and laughed nervously.

"No, Harold, I am shit at singing." He said, but couldn't keep a straight face, because Harry had started to pout. (Can he think gay, then? lolol.. That's an old and overused one. I'm sorry.)

Harry sighed, he didn't want to push it.

Louis handed Harry the tea, and stated a little fact about himself. "You know, Yorkshire tea is my favorite tea."



"That's nice.. Hey, want to play twenty questions?"

Lou giggled. Like, he giggled.

"What?" Harry asked.

"What are we, eleven?"

"No, I just wanted to get to know you better." He pouted.

"Okay fine. I shall go first, though."


Louis glared.

"Okay, okay." Harry raised his hands up in defense, "You can go first." 

Louis tapped his chin in mock thought. "When's you're birthday?"

"February 1st. When's yours?"

"December 24th."

"Aww, you're a Christmas Eve baby." Harry cooed.

"Shut up."

"Okay, Jesus, what's your favorite color?"

"Hmm.. I think I'm going to say... green, Louis replied, while slightly leaning in, "Emerald green."

"Mhmm, well mine's cobalt blue." He paused, "No wait. It changed to orange."

"You dick! That was a moment!" Louis yelled, while laughing.

"Was it?"

Louis flushed red.

"Aw wittle Lewis is embawessed."

"Wittle? I mean, little?!"

Harry was to busy laughing at him to reply.

"So freaking rude." Louis pouted.

"Aw Love, don't pout!" Harry cooed.

"You treat me like a child." Louis said, while pouting still.

"Well, you do act like a child... And you're the size of one t-- Ow! Quit it!" He was interrupted by Louis slapping him. He was aiming for the face.

Harry actually didn't feel that much pain.

"I'm . Not . Fucking . Small!" Louis grunted out, while hitting the giant.

"What's that? Oh! There seems to be a tiny kitten trying to harm me!"


"Aw, look it's so tiny!" Harry mock cooed.

"You . Are . Such . A . Bitch!"

"No, the cat doesn't talk, Louis! It's a cat! It's a cat." (Heh Heh... James Corden reference.. Heh Heh)

"I'm sorry, I'll stick to the script, then." Louis huffed, sarcastically.








"Fantabulous. It's my new word." Louis explained, "Added it to my dictionary too, cause it had a red squiggly under it." he beamed.


"Jealous, Darling?"



Harry sighed, pretending to be annoyed.

"But in all seriousness," Louis started, but he stopped when he heard Harry ask him what 'seriousness' was, " I actually have a job."

"Mmm, yeah, um, I'll just-- I'll just go.. See you later? Well, obviously, cause we live by each other! So, yeah bye, and all--"

"Harold, Sweetheart. You're rambling." He smirked, trying to conceal his laughter.

"Oh, um yeah. Bye Louis!"

Harry opened the door and walked out.


Whoo!! Anoother chapter DONE! I'll try to update tomorrow, and if I can't, then I'll update as soon as I can! Bye!!


~ Pheap xx










































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