Just My Puck // Harry Styles

Chapter 12

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"Wake up, sleeping beauty, we're going out for coffee." I heard a deep voice say after feeling a large body plop down onto my bed.

Was this a dream? Who would ever call me sleeping beauty and then invite me out for coffee?

Convinced it was a dream, I kept my eyes closed and waited for the rest of it to play out.

"Hello?" the voice questioned.

I just kept silent.

"Wake up." Someone said, shaking my arm impatiently.

Alright, so maybe it's not a dream.

My eyes slowly opened and I sat up groggily only to see Harry lying at the end of my bed. "What?" I asked in my usual raspy morning voice. I was too tired to yell at him to get off of my bed, and even if I did I doubt he would've listened.

"I said we're going out for coffee. Go get ready." He stated nonchalantly.

I narrowed my eyes and repeated what I had just said because I was still sleepy and confused. "What?"

He groaned. "Coffee. Go."

"Why are you coming into my room at -" I paused to check the time on my phone. "9 am. asking me to get coffee with you?"

"Oh, I'm not asking. I'm telling." He stated confidently.

I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to feel more awake. "Why? What if I don't want coffee?" I questioned in a sleepy, confused tone followed by a yawn.

"Everyone wants coffee in the morning. Come on, just get up please? It's my treat, I feel sorry about last night." he replied.

Last night?

"What about last night?" I questioned, not remembering anything he had done.

He laughed, "You definitely need coffee in your system to wake you up. Don't you remember? You got all upset about me mentioning skating."

I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head, smiling a bit. He felt sorry about that? "I wasn't mad at you, I was more mad at myself." I declared. It was true. My skating issues weren't Harry's fault. The only thing he was at fault for was constantly bringing it up, but it's not like he knew any better. How was he supposed to know the real reason I hated skating?

Harry chewed his lip, "Oh, well I'm still taking you out for coffee, go get ready."

"Alright, fine. Is Luke coming too?" I questioned.

He shook his head, "No, he went to the rink to go over some new ideas with coach."

I narrowed my eyes, "And you didn't go with him? I thought you two bro-mates were inseparable."

He smirked while shaking his head, "Shut up. Now for the last time, go get ready."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine, quit nagging me. I'm getting up, see?"

He chuckled, "Took you long enough. By the way, Luke was right - you do have some crazy bed hair."

My hands instantly flew to my head fix my hair out a bit before I stopped and realized I didn't care. No use in trying to hide it now if he had already noticed it.

I stuck my tongue out at him and he chuckled while closing my door behind him. 

It didn't take long to get ready, and before I knew it I was sitting across from Harry at a table in the local coffee shop, drinking a steaming hot coffee.