The Mystery Girl

Emma was a normal teenage girl when one day her life is flipped upside down. She meets a cheeky boy named Harry Styles from the band One Direction. She instantly is mesmerized by his green eyes. She continues to bump into Harry, but he never learns her name. Are they mean't to be, or will the remain strangers searching for lost love?


20. StarBucks

Harry's POV

Emma comes out of the bathroom. "I don't understand why you couldn't have just changed out here!" I say. She shoots me a glance.

"Harry, you are so cheeky! Do you really think I would change in front of you?" She says grabbing a hair brush from her bag.

"Erm, yes...?" I say.

"Erm, no."She replies, mimicking my voice. I laugh. She pulls her still wet hair up into a pony tail and comes to sit next to me. I wrap my arm around her and pull her close.

"You know I was kidding you know," I say.

"Yeah. I know, I just don't want to talk about stuff like that," She says. I nod my head in agreement.

"So, what do you want to do today?" I ask her.

"I don't know, why don't we go hang out with the lads?" She says, "I don't really care what we are doing as long as I am with you!"

"Aw, you're so cute, why don't we go to Starbucks and get every one some coffee?" Her eyes light up and she nods her head. I knew she would like to go to Starbucks, she loves that place.

We walk down the hall and go into the room. "Guys, what do you want from Starbucks, Emma and I are going on a coffee run," All the boys begin to talk at once.

"Guys! One at a time, let me grab a notepad!" Emma grabs a notepad and begins to to write down the orders.

We take the orders and walk down to the car. I take Emma's hand as soon as we get in the car. We drive around for a while trying to find a Starbucks. We finally find one. We park the car and walk inside.

We get to the counter and I begin to speak. "Hi, can I get a-" I am cut off by the cashier.

"Oh my god! You're Harry Styles! And you're Emma!" I roll my eyes.

"Yup..." I begin to list our long order. I smile remembering that Emma and I's first date was at a Starbucks.

We sit down and wait for the coffee. Surprisingly only a few people asked for pictures with me. One girl even wanted to take a picture with Emma. "You're getting famous," I say. She rolls her eyes.

"No, it's only because of you," She says. My name is called. We both stand up and grab each grab a drink holder. It was a bit cold in New York so all of the drinks were steaming. Emma sticks her face into the steam and breathes in.

"It smells good," She says. I breath in too.

"Yes, it does," I reply. She takes her coffee out and takes a bug sip of it. She licks the small amount of coffee from her top lip away. Her perfect lips.

We jump into the car and drive back to the hotel. I want to hold her had, but she is holding her coffee.  I bite my lip and tighten my grip on the steering wheel. She has become a sort of drug. I need her with me.

Emma's POV

I see Harry squirm in his seat. I set my coffee down in the cup holder and take his hand. He seems to calm down.

"What's wrong Harry?" I ask him. He sighs.

"I'm fine now, I just hate the thought of not being with you," He says.

"But I'm right here!" I say, laughing a bit. He chuckles nervously.

"I know, I just, can't keep my eyes off of you!" He says. I laugh. He is so cheeky. I grab my coffee and take a sip.

We drive into the parking lot and climb out of the car. I reach into the car to grab the coffees. I turn around and walk with Harry up to the room. Every one is now in our room. We walk in to find Louis digging in my bag.

"LOUIS!" Harry yells. I really didn't have that big of a problem with it, but I guess Harry did.

"Harry, it's ok!" I say. Louis begins to put all of my clothes and things back into the bag. I hand out everyone's coffee and sit down next to Harry to enjoy my own.                                                                                                                           


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