Harry's POV
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"Haz, take these to table 7", my father; Robin, calls me over to delivery a tray of macaron's. The one's these people ordered were my favourite flavor, pink vanilla.
"Yes sir", even though Robin's my step-dad I'm supposed to call him by a proper name while working.
Just after I got accepted into Oxford, I found out Anne married a man who owns a café, which was where they expected me to work out of class.
And now here I am, the intellectual nerd who ends up working for his dad. I'm exactly where I was a couple years ago before I met Danielle, and I'm actually happy this time around. I mean of course I miss Dani, but I'm glad she left to give me time to myself.
I finally realized who I am.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts when a tray with pink macaron's is placed in my arms.
"Table 7, table 7", I repeat to myself as my feet carry me to a table where it looks to be a couple is sitting. The girl strangely looks like Danielle, but now in days my eyes make everyone look like her; so I shake the thought off.
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Danielle's POV
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"Luke, you ordered macarons?", I smile at the sound of my favourite dessert.
"I sure did. You can't come to a café in London without having a macaron!", he grins while casually taking a sip of his coffee.
I glance around the small joint one more time, in hopes my eyes will be met by the curly-haired boy. I quickly look down at the table trying not to keep reassuring myself that the boy might be Harry.
"Pink vanilla macarons for table 7?", I hear the clank of a tray settle down upon the table-top. I slowly look up at the familiar voice, and I'm immediately met by piercing emerald eyes. That's when I started to notice more of this boys features, like his chocolate curls, and his black glasses that resemble mine.
"That would be ours", Luke answers eyeing up the delicious pink macarons.
"Enjoy!", the boy seems to be flustered, his words are rushing out faster than I believe Luke will consume the dessert.
"Wait-", I start and the boy turns on his heel, to lock eyes with me again. He furrows his brow waiting for what I might say.
"What might your name be?", I need to know if this boy is Harry. He looks so close to him appearance wise, just like the boy at my interview. Knowing that Harry changed, I have a slight bit of hope this actually is him.
"Umm, I'm Henry. Yep, that's me. Henry Styles, son of the owner", he forces a smile before pacing back into what I presume the kitchen.
Well that was odd.
He seemed almost unsure of himself, like he wasn't telling the truth. Now more than ever I feel like I must get to know "Henry", or should I say whoever is masking behind this fake name.
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Harry's POV
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Shit shit shit.
That was Danielle, and I was stupid enough to tell her my name is Henry. Maybe I lied due to the fact she's here with another guy, I can't help but feel a sense of jealousy flare up inside me.
I should be in the position where this other guy is.
I should be sitting across from Danielle, trying to win her over again.
I hope they aren't together, that would just tear me apart. I don't know what's worse, the fact that I actually waited for fate to bring us together or the fact that she actually might've moved on and forgot about me.
But a bigger part of me is happy that I might have Danielle back into my life.