falling in love at a coffee shop
find previous parts here: masterlist
a/n: so, we’re at the end. or the beginning depending on
how you want to look at it. this was always intended to be a short fic about quietly
getting to know someone honestly and simply. just easy words, true emotions, lots
of coffee and loads of sugar.
you guys have made my last week so much fun and productive with all the love. thank yous just doesn’t seem to be enough…but they’re all i’ve got so, thank you, thank you, thank you.
i do have other stories in the works, more specifically a niall one shot coming up sometime in the next three days and another harry mini series. if you’re interested, keep an eye on my masterlist.
until then, you know the drill…feedback is love, please leave me some x
The doors are locked and we’re standing outside.
And I don’t have an umbrella.
“What do you want to do?” I ask her.
“I don’t know,” she says. “Maybe get some coffee?”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “I don’t have an umbrella and we’ll have to walk.”
“I don’t mind,” she says.
She reaches out and takes my hand.
And just like that, our fingers tangle and I am holding Olivia Mason’s hand.
And also just like that, it’s not enough.
I have to kiss her.
I pull her and we’re running.
Overflowing with it.
We duck into an alley on a side street.
I’m standing in front of her.
She’s leaning against the wall.
Out of breath.
Her chest rising and falling as she breathes.
Wide eyes looking at me.
Wet hair and skin…and fucking beautiful.
“There’s something I want to do,” I tell her.
She doesn’t move.
A raindrop falls from her lip.
And want to taste it.
“Do you want to kiss me?” she asks.
“I’d be happy with holding your hand.”
It’s the truth.
That would make me happy.
She smiles and looks up at me.
Her eyes blinking rapidly from the rain.
“That’s not what I asked.”
I lean closer.
“Ask me again.”
“Do you want to kiss me?”
Her hands reach up and wrap around my neck.
My hands circle around her waist.
I lean in and whisper, “I’m sorry it’s raining.”
And then my lips are on hers.
It’s more than I ever imagined.
And yeah…I’ve imagined it.
Nights and nights of imagining.
Sweet and wonderful and warm…just like her.
My hand strokes her cheek and she opens her mouth, whimpering into mine.
And life is good.
I’m breathing her breath, sweet and minty and longing that’s finally requited.
Our tongues touch softly…exploring and tasting.
And all those nights.
All the coffee and the pie and the nerves and the waiting….
They were all worth it.
This kiss is worth it.
Olivia is worth it.
I pull away, panting.
So is she.
I don’t let go.
And neither does she.
“Wow,” she says.
And I agree.
“I almost forgot,” I say.
“Harry Styles,” she says.
“Yeah,” I tell her, kissing her lips once more.
“I like it.”
“I like you.”
I say it.
“And Olivia,” I say. “Now you know everything.”