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“Staring costs extra, mate,” he says, perfectly cheeky. Harry didn't know he found cheek sexy, but it's definitely a turn on. He's working up a response, turn on the Harry Styles trademark charm, when he hears a small whirring sound. Somehow, in his approach, Harry'd missed the ears perched on the barista's head. Now that he's aware of them, though, the dark brown fuzzy ears tipped in black twitch in his direction with another quiet whir. They remind him of the maid cafe he went to once in Japan, but while they hadn't been attractive to him there, on this barista, they're as sexy as the cheek.Yeah, Harry could definitely use a booty call. Maybe if he's lucky, the barista's getting off soon and would be interested in getting off with him...? He can dream, at least.---Harry Styles is an international pop star who suffers from insomnia, and Louis is the sassy little barista in fox ears and tail that won't get out of Harry's head. And the sexting is pretty damn great, too.