"Do my feelings matter at all, Harry? Or is it all you are putting me through for the business? Or your own entertainment?"


2. Chapter 1

I was the only customer in the coffee shop located down twisty and hilly streets in Canada in the middle of winter. This shop is in the middle of nowhere.

I was sitting in the dinning chair that faced another across a wooden table by the window, sipping my chocolate swirl latte. The snow was falling oh-so gently on the frosty window. 

I watched young children sledding down the hill in front of the shop, you could hear their joyful screams from my seat.

I chuckled to myself spinning my hot cup in my hands, remembering when I, myself used to bundle myself up in my bright pink snowsuit with matching gloves and hat sliding down that very same hill. 

I would come home with my dark brunette hair frozen together at the ends and snow stuck on my eyebrows. Those were the days. But now, my 20 year old self, I have completed University with my masters in Writing, and I can't find a job to support myself. 

So I come here and spend my last bits of money on my weekly coffee's. I don't mind, the shops scent soothes me and it's coffee melts me. 

The bell chimes signaling a customer, I spin my head to the door to see a man in gloves and his head buried in his black trench coat. He stomped his boots on the mat, clumps on snow falling off revealing his small heels on the bottom of his boots. 

I smile to myself, fluttering my eyelashes calmly and turned my head back to gaze at the steam rising from my latte. 

"One mint blueberry tea please." A low, husky British accent sounded as he ordered himself a tea. British? That's a first.

He whispered a thank you and seated himself on the other side of the shop in a booth, facing me. My eyes found their way up to glance at him only to find him staring at me already, I quickly looked down and grasped my cup with both hands.

I lifted it to my lips and took a long drink, my eyes closing in pleasure.

"This is a nice shop, yeah?" The Brit finally said to me after a long amount of silence. 

"Yes, it is. Excellent drinks." I responded leaning back in my chair to stretch.

"Yes." He agreed and I could hear him slurping his tea. 

I spun my cup around in circles my the handle and sighed. I finally decided to look up at the trench coat man and my eyes found something extremely surprising. 

The famous member of One Direction, Harry Styles, was seated 5 meters away from me, and was slurping his tea. You'd think he would have some manners.

"Do you always slurp your tea?" I asked with a small smirk. He glanced up at me with emerald green eyes and laughed. 

"Unfortunately, yes." He smiled widely, his dimples creasing his perfectly chiseled face. 

"Even I have more manners than you." I smirked, taking a gulp of my drink.

"Canadians have manners?" He asked with a playful smirk, his arm finding the arm rest by his head.

"Some of us." I chuckled and drank more of my latte. He stared at me as I set my cup down and sighed in content.

"Do you know who I am?" He decided to ask after a long pause.

"Yes." I answered looking in his curious eyes. He gave me a surprised look the changed it to a content look.

"So you won't go crazy on me?" He asked with a relieved smile as he slurped at his tea more noisily than before, obviously to be annoying. 

"No, we obviously have been having a normal conversation before you asked me if I knew you, So we will continue it." I rolled my eyes at him jokingly. He laughed and gave me a grin. 

"I like you." He said pointing a finger at me with a smile. I chuckled back and gave him a big smile.

"What's your name, love?" He asked, walking over with his tea in one hand, and he sat himself in front of me.

"Johanna." I answered as he took off his gloves and set them on the table. 

"Full name." He demanded and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Johanna Lacey Pine." I told him as he settled his head on his hands that were leaning up. 

"Harry Edward Styles." He introduced himself and shook my bare hand. 

"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Styles." I said in a posh voice. He laughed and responded,

"You as well Miss Pine." And kissed my hand. I laughed and bit my lip for a moment. Were really getting along!

We ended up sitting there for, talking and fooling around until the shop had to kick us out at closing time. Harry re-buried himself in his trench coat and gloves. I giggled as he slid his beanie on over his mop of curls and pulled the collar of his trench coat up to his nose. 

"What?" He asked, his low voice muffled by his collar.

"You just look ridiculous." I said flat out pointing at him. He rolled his eyes and opened the door for me. I slid my gloves on and walked out the door. 

"Are you not frozen?" He asked in a concerned voice looking at my light sweater.

"That jumper is thin." He added on looking into my mint eyes, his eyebrows knitted together.Jumper?

"You get used to the cold when you live in Canada!" I said fake cheerily, trying my hardest not to allow my teeth to chatter.

"You. Are. Cold." He said and pulled me towards a car by the arm.

'Hey!" I protested as I was dragged through the 3 inch deep snow. He opened the passenger door and made me get in. I sighed in defeat and reluctantly buckled myself up.

"There." He said as he turned on the heaters, and a rush of warm air blew onto my body. I smiled and set my hands on a vent.

"See, I told you that you were cold!" He cheered and gave me a hard pat on the back, thumping my body forward. I laughed and punched him in the shoulder.

"How did you know I was cold?" I asked curiously and leaned back in the seat with a deep breath.

"Well first, Your lips were blue." He started counting with his fingers. "Second, I could see goosebumps on your neck." He chuckled shaking his head. "Third, your teeth were beginning to chatter." He finished and left me utterly defeated.

I made a face at him which he gladly returned.We laughed at each other more than we should have for another unknown reason. I guess we just find each other hilarious.

"Where do I drop you off?" He asked once the laughter died down. 

"I have a apartment a couple blocks away from here. I'll direct you." I responded. He ignited the engine that failed to rumble to life. He turned the key and the engine gave a dying sputter. He tried again, this time absolutely nothing.

"Are you kidding me!" He yelled rather angrily. I started giggling at him, which made him stare at me. 

"Johanna Lacey Pine." He started as he unbuckled his seat belt. he slowly crept towards me and pounced on me like a tiger killing it's prey. I let out a startled scream and he began tickling me. I laughed and screamed in between each laugh.

He finally stopped and we sat their catching out breath. 

"Do you have a place to go to?" I asked looking at his heaving body. His sparrow tattoos were beginning to poke through his open coat and slightly unbuttoned button up. 

"Yes." He responded reluctantly after a short pause. He glanced at me and pulled the puppy dog look.

"What do you want, Edward." I asked giving him a wink as I called him by his middle name. 

"Can I stay with you tonight Lacey?" He winked right back with a cheeky grin.

"Eh" I started but was cut off by the begging boy.

"Pretty please! Please, please, please!" He pouted grabbing my arm with his bottom lip sticking out.

"Oh fine." I caved in and listening to his cheer. We got out of the car and started walking to my apartment. We trudged through the snow and both nearly fell on our faces several times.

We finally reached my run-down living quarters and crept into the hallway.

"This place is... Nice?" Harry suggested in a mere whisper into my ear. I punched his shoulder again and we walked up the flights of stairs. We reached the top and I unlocked the door.

We walked in and were greeted by the dishes piling up in the sink, my work table covered in papers and the floor also covered in my work. Harry shrugged his shoulders to me which made me roll my eyes.

"I don't have a guest room, so you can take my bed and I'll sleep on the couch." I told him, gathering up a blanket and pillow.

"No." He said taking the blanket and pillow from me.

"I'm the man here and I can take the couch." He said pulling his coat off and beanie.

"Are you sure?" I asked slowly walking into my bedroom.

"Goodnight Johanna." He said giving me a smile. I smiled sweetly back and shuffled through the darkness towards my bedroom. I turned off all the lights and jumped on my bed. The thought that one of the most famous people in the world was through a thin wall made me nervous and proud. I closed my eyes and smiles myself to sleep surrounded my wonderful thoughts.


Authors note:

Okay, I know this chapter isn't much yet, but I promise you a drama-filled movella if you stay until I get more into it:) xx


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