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Rose & Torn | Patreon Blurb

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Rose & Thorn Summary: You’re just trying to write your silly little stories in peace when Harry Styles—yes, that Harry Styles, with the long hair, soft sweater, and rings for days—walks into your favorite café and steals the seat across from you.

What follows?

Flirty banter

Warm chai (that he hates, rude)

Painfully soft glances

And him saying, “I was gonna write lyrics, but now I kinda just wanna write about you.”

Yes, it’s fluffy. Yes, you might blush. Yes, I wrote it at 1AM while thinking, What if Harry fell in love with me while I was just trying to mind my business???

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The bell over the café door jingled, but you didn’t look up.

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard, pausing as you squinted at the blinking cursor on your screen. You were halfway through a sentence, one you’d rewritten three times already, and it still didn’t sound right. You sighed softly, thumbed the edge of your coffee cup, and took another sip of your now-lukewarm latte. Background hums of milk steamers and indie music blended with the occasional murmur of conversation.

This place—Rose & Thorn—had become your usual over the last few months. It wasn’t big, but it had high ceilings, vintage tile floors, plants dangling from copper rods, and deep wooden booths along the back wall. Enough character to feel lived-in, but quiet enough to focus. You loved it here. Not for any grand reason. Just... the peace of it.

You didn’t notice him at first.

Not until the barista stuttered a bit while asking for a name to write on the cup.

Then you glanced up. Casual, curious.

And saw him.

Tall. Slim. Hair long, dark golden brown, pulled half-up but some pieces falling around his face. A soft, oversized green sweater. Black trousers. Rings. A slow smile that looked both unsure and entirely too charming as he gave his name—Harry.

Harry.

Your brain didn’t immediately click. Not until he turned, waiting for his drink, and you caught the sharp line of his jaw. The eyes. The way he looked around the room like he wasn’t trying to be noticed but always would be.

Harry Styles.

You blinked.

You knew it was him. Of course you did. You weren’t living under a rock. But your mind scrambled to catch up with the realness of him. He looked... softer than you expected. A little sleepy, like maybe he hadn’t meant to stay out this late or wake up this early. And he was definitely looking for a place to sit.

There were two open booths. One next to the window, and one—yours.

He glanced toward the front, then toward you.

And started walking over.

You looked back at your laptop fast, pretending to type.

“Sorry,” a voice said, low and warm and just slightly hesitant. “This seat taken?”

You looked up. And there he was, closer now. Tall enough that the light from the window hit his cheekbone just right. Kind enough eyes that it made you forget how unfairly good-looking he was.

“Oh—no,” you said, heart skipping weirdly in your chest. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks.”

He sat, adjusting the chair with a quiet scrape. You tried to act normal. Just some girl in a café. Writing. Not freaking out. Not staring.

He took out a small notebook, leather-bound and worn at the edges, and a pen. No phone. No entourage. Just him, like this was his usual spot too.

A minute passed. Then five.

You tried to focus on your sentence again, but your thoughts were a mess. You could feel him. Not in a weird way, just... there. He had that kind of presence. Big but easy. Confident but not loud. And he was humming under his breath.

You snuck a glance.

He was scribbling something in his notebook. Brow furrowed a little. Lips parted. His tea sat untouched.

Your stomach did a small flip.

And then he looked up at you.

Caught.

You froze.

He smiled, slow and crooked, like he knew.

“Whatcha working on?” he asked, voice still soft. Like he didn’t want to break the quiet of the place too much.

You hesitated. “Just writing.”

“Mm,” he nodded. “Fiction?”

“Sort of.”

He tilted his head. “Sort of?”

“I write articles,” you explained. “But sometimes I write other things. Like... bits of stories. Stuff that’ll never see the light of day.”

Harry smiled wider. “I like that. Secret stories.”

You laughed under your breath. “Not on purpose. Just... never finished anything I felt was good enough.”

He leaned forward a little, interest plain in his eyes. “Can I ask what this one’s about?”

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard again. “A girl. She works in a little café. She’s just... trying to keep her life from falling apart.”

Harry looked around. “She work here?”

You shook your head. “Different place. Messier. Bad coffee.”

“Sounds real,” he said, nodding seriously.

You grinned.

He stuck out a hand. “I’m Harry.”

“I know.”

He laughed, and it was a real one—quiet but warm, like it came from his chest. You liked that laugh.

You gave your name.

He repeated it softly. Then again. Like he was trying it out.

“I like that,” he said. “Suits you.”

You looked away, heat crawling up your neck.

This didn’t feel like some celebrity moment. It didn’t feel like you were talking to him, the Harry you’d seen in music videos or awards shows or late-night interviews. It just felt like... a moment. A strangely quiet, perfectly normal moment with a man who was making you smile too easily.

He nodded at your screen. “Can I read it?”

Your heart leapt. “God, no. It’s—just fragments.”

He leaned back, hands up. “Alright. Maybe next time.”

Next time?

You raised an eyebrow. “You planning on stealing my booth?”

He shrugged. “I think I just did.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too much. “Okay, but I get the plug socket. It’s war if you touch my charger.”

“I’d never,” he said solemnly.

He took a sip of his tea, finally. Grimaced.

“Too hot?”

“No, just… chai.”

You laughed.

“You don’t like chai?”

“It tastes like someone dropped a candle in milk.”

You choked on your latte. “That’s oddly specific.”

He wiped his mouth with a napkin, still grinning. “It’s accurate, though.”

You shook your head. “Blasphemy.”

For the next twenty minutes, neither of you wrote. Or pretended to. The conversation was easy, weirdly so. You talked about little things—books, music, your mutual distaste for small talk. He asked you if you believed in ghosts. You asked him if he always talked to strangers in cafés.

“Not always,” he said. “Just the pretty ones.”

You stared at him.

He held your gaze, no smirk this time. Just honesty. That kind that didn’t feel rehearsed or smooth.

“I mean it,” he said. “You walked in and I... I couldn’t stop looking.”

“I was already here,” you said, trying to make your voice steady.

He blinked. “Wasn’t I here first?”

You laughed, a little breathless. “No.”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“Means I really didn’t see anything else. Just you.”

Silence stretched. Not awkward. Just... tight. Charged.

You looked down at your cup.

He tapped a ringed finger on the table. “Can I be honest?”

You glanced back up.

“I was trying to think of something to write when I came in,” he said. “Lyrics or whatever. Been stuck for a while. But now I’m thinking I just want to write about this.”

You blinked. “This?”

He nodded once. “You. Today. The way you looked when I sat down—like you were about to vanish if I stared too hard.”

You swallowed. “That’s... intense.”

“I know,” he said. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

He smiled, softer this time.

You looked at your screen. Then back at him. “Can I be honest too?”

“Please.”

“This is the weirdest day of my life.”

He laughed. “Fair.”

You hesitated, then added, “But also kinda the best?”

Harry tilted his head, curls shifting. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He looked down, then back up again, eyes a little shy now. “Would it be okay if I asked for your number?”

Your heart thudded. You didn’t answer right away, but only because your brain had short-circuited.

He waited.

You reached for his phone. Typed it in.

Handed it over.

He took it gently. Smiled as he saved it.

Then he looked at you again, really looked.

“I’ll text you,” he said. “Soon. Like... tonight.”

You smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

He paused like he wanted to say something else. Then stood, tea in one hand, notebook in the other.

“I should go. Leave you to your writing.”

You nodded, though a part of you wanted to ask him to stay.

As he turned, he paused at the doorway. Looked back. Gave you a smile that made your stomach twist in the best way.

And then he was gone.

You stared at the empty chair for a moment, stunned.

Then turned back to your laptop.

And started writing again.

But this time, the words came easy.

Because now, your story had a beginning.

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The Betrayal of the Underneath

Chapter 1- The Great Awakening, or Some Shit

My memory was hazy and my body, heavy against the hard ground; I woke up very uncomfortable. 

This is what I get when I drink too much and go home with Brittany. I thought through the daze of a hangover. Alice probably took the couch. 

I tried to turn onto my side for more comfort but something abrasive scraped my shoulder. Startled, I opened my eyes to total darkness. 

What the fuck? What was that?

Moving my arms around to find what had scraped my shoulder, I hit a wall with my hands, six inches in front of me. It was rough and felt like wood and it was angled, like a triangle over me.

Am I in a crate? What happened last night?

My heart began to race as my thoughts bounced between the bars and the drinks. The smell and taste of stale vodka made me want to throw up. Wherever I was, it wasn’t good. Searching for an answer in my mind, I could only piece together the first half of the night. 

We were bar hopping, we went to three, no, four bars and two breweries? I thought, unsure of whether it was true. What happened? Why can’t I remember?

My breathing became panting, my heart raced, pounding against my chest, threatening to burst. I hit the walls in front of me with the sides of my fists. There was a loud echo of the thud. 

Oh, we’re echoing? Great, that can’t be good.

I listened for anything that would tell me where I was. Panicking will only make everything worse, stay calm. 

There was utter silence, not even ambient sounds, like cars passing by, or birds chirping. All I could hear was my own breathing, starting to hasten even more and making me dizzy. Moving my arms about, I felt around the box. 

There’s gotta be a door or a weakness, something to get me out of here. I thought. Britt and Alice must be pranking me. Focus on escaping, if you panic they’ll just make fun of you. Refocus, calm your breathing, find a solution. 

As my hands glided over the wood, the uneven and fraying pieces pricked into my palms. I winced at the pain, but the need to find something to help me get out of here, made me keep searching. 

On the right side, around the area by my pelvis, there was a curve in the grain. Running my hands over it several times, I could feel a bit of cool air coming in from the center of the curves. 

There’s a hole. Maybe a knot in the wood. Maybe it’s a weak point? This could be my way out!

I contemplated my escape, and what the best leverage would be. I thought of all the times my self defense trainer explained confined spaces and how to escape, but it was difficult to remember with my hangover and headache. They were louder than Jimmy’s instructions. He taught me and my sister self defense three times a week. As the clouds in my head began to subside, I was finally able to remember how he talked about confined spaces and how to keep your head space focused.

“If you ever find yourself confined, your mind will wander in an attempt to calm down. Let it get halfway, then refocus on getting out. Don’t get too distracted though, it will make the panic worse if you forget where you are…. Check to see if you have any tools on or near you and if you do, put them to good use!”

He always explained things as if they were happening in the moment. He was a great guy. Kind of nerdy, but not the kind that was intimidating. More like the, ‘video gaming to spend time with my friends but also really enjoying being boring’, type.

His hair was the nice dirty blonde that would make anyone stare, even though he wasn’t conventionally attractive. I had been crushing on him for quite a while now.

Okay Eli, reel it in. That’s enough about Jimmy. Time to get out and play the pity card on Alice and Britt. Check for tools, check for tools.

I felt myself for my phone, keys, or knife, but they weren’t there. The clothes I was wearing didn’t feel like mine either. 

Did someone change my clothes? They know I can’t handle that….

My heart started to race again, and the thought of someone touching me was too much to bear. 

Therapy is a hell of a thing but I’m not ready for that! What the fuck?!

I tried to focus but the thought of someone touching me was too much, even if it was one of my best friends. I could feel the tears welling and the sobs beginning to bubble up. There was an intense pain in my chest as my lungs struggled for air. I closed my eyes and let the panic take over. I was too deep in to over take the attack, so I had to just let it happen. I screamed in my head, crying harder than I had in a long time. I beat against the box, moving uncontrollably. In my panic, I exerted so much energy, my body went limp and I couldn’t move anymore.

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