warning & content: nothing just fluff, he is acting cold, rainy day.
summary: harry is trying to clear his mind and stop thinking about his ex who he recently broke up with so he decides to go to a small coffee shop.
a/n: this is a idea that i had for years, i'm not kidding.
this is part 1
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Harry couldn’t stay in his house for too long, everything reminded him of her, Camille.
He felt miserable, it wasn’t his fault that his now ex girlfriend caught feelings for another guy and that she moved on from him so quickly with someone who apparently she already knew before dating him, he didn’t do anything wrong and that’s the problem that has been eating him alive.
He didn’t do anything wrong, he just fell in love with the wrong person.
Fell in love.
Something that he never did when he was younger in the band, he liked girls sure but he never felt something so deep for them, the idea that the media and the public had of him really messed him up to the point that even himself started to believe that it was true. That he was just the player of the band, the charming one who flirts with every woman.
He thought that that’s how he was always going to feel until he met her, his first serious girlfriend and of course he had bad luck with that and now he has to deal with his broken heart.
Now he was alone again, in his house. Harry felt so weak that just thinking about getting up from his bed made him want to cry but he had to be strong, that’s what his therapist told him.
With the little strength that he had left on him he stood up from his bed, he didn’t even bother on taking a shower or brush his hair, he just put a beanie on, sunglasses and a jacket on top of his hoodie.
The only thing that he did was spray some perfume, rub his eyes and put deodorant. He then grabbed his journal and his wallet and stepped out of his house before he could regret it or get lazy and decide to cancel his plan like he has been doing all week.
The weather wasn’t helping, the sky was grey and it was getting dark outside, the only good thing was the fact that the streets were all almost empty.
He started walking, he didn’t know how long he kept walking with no direction.
“If Camille was here you could be holding her hand.”
Pathetic, it was pathetic what his mind was telling him and how easy it was to ruin his mood.
Just like that his throat suddenly felt tight and his eyes started to sting, he didn't know how long he kept fighting the tears but when he finally snapped out of his thoughts it was only because he felt the rain falling on him, how long it has been raining? No idea but his beanie was starting to feel heavy because of how soaked it was.
“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, he hided his notebook under his jacket and looked around.
He didn’t recognize this street. Great, just great, this was exactly what he needed right now.
Before his mouth opened so he could curse again his eyes spotted a small coffee shop. Who keeps open a coffee shop at eight pm? Whatever, he doesn't have time to think about it so he immediately rushed inside.
He sighed in relief when he opened the door a d felt the warm air suddenly hit him on the face, the bell on top of the door ringing when he closed it. He scanned the place and as he was expecting it was empty.
His shoulders relaxed and slowly walked to the counter, his head low not only because he was trying to go by incognito but also because he didn’t want anyone to see him in this state.
He heard some steps coming from the other side of the counter getting closer to him, whoever was working here apparently was staying in the back of the cafeteria reserved only for staff members when there was no clients.
“Hello sir, what can I serve-?” Harry didn’t even let the sweet voice finish, his hands found the pockets of his jackets and started roaming over there searching for something while he interrupted the other person.
“A black coffee, no sugar or milk.” He said while taking his wallet and a pen from his front pockets, he placed them on the counter so he could have his hands free to grab his phone from the pocket on the back of his pants.
“Uhm… okay, do you want something more?”
He just shook his head, grabbed his things and turned around looking for a seat far away from the counter and the window to sit on leaving you paralyzed on the counter, your hand still grabbing your small notebook and your pen to write his order.
Once he finally found a table in a good place he walked towards it and sat on the chair placing his things on the table and moving his chair back so he could have space to take his jacket off and place it on the chair behind him.
When he did that your mouth dropped for a brief moment, now you finally had a clear vision of who this rude costumer was and it made sense why he was acting like that.
It was Harry fucking Styles.
Even though you spent all your childhood and adolescence being a “Believer” and a “Arianator” you still freaked out over the fact that one of the members of the favorite band of your bestfriend was sat in your cafeteria.
Technically is not yours, you only work here but… anyway! It doesn’t matter right now.
She is probably not gonna believe you when you finally have time to tell her, you were not going to take a picture as a proof, it was obvious from his expression that he was having a bad day and you didn’t wanna make it worse.
You took a deep breath and turned around to start preparing his coffee in silence, the only noise in the cafeteria was the rain outside and the news on the TV that your boss bought thinking that it was a good idea to keep people entertained.
Harry decided to take his journal from the inside pocket of his jacket and look through what he had written over the last few days. He felt secondhand embarrassment when he noticed that some of the pages and the ink were stained with his tears so he decided to just stop looking and start writing on a new page while he waited for his coffee to arrive.
When you finally had his coffee ready you decided to glance at him once again, it didn't surprise you that he decided to sit far away from the counter, you understood that he wanted to have a peaceful time but the expression on his face still made you curious, something was definitely wrong with him.
He had his eyebrows furrowed, his head down and really close to his journal while he wrote something on it, he looked like he was just concentrated but there was something else, his bottom lip and chin kept shivering as if he was trying to hold back tears.
You somehow felt bad when you noticed it, you are a very empathetic and emotional person, that's how your friends usually describe you, everytime that they decided to open up to you and tell you about their struggles you always ended up crying with them from compassion, is not the case right now but you did feel your stomach sick from watching someone clearly not happy.
An idea passed through your head, maybe a piece of cake would make Harry get in a better mood, is not the first time that you give costumers free cake, usually is for the kids that arrive with their parents and seem clearly bored and act fuzzy but maybe this could also work on Harry.
The cafeteria not only serves coffee and tea, there is also a mini pastrie section in which you only serve cookies, macarons, croissants and three tipes of cake. Is not much but it's better than nothing.
You decided to grab a small plate and place a slice of one of the three cakes, in your head you prayed that Harry liked carrot cake because if he doesn't then you would probably look like a fool.
With the slice of cake and the coffee ready you decided to place both things on a silver tray and leave the counter to walk towards his table, your hands were shaking a little bit thinking of what his reaction will be but you managed to control it.
Harry was so focused on his journal and the inspiration that he was getting that he didn't notice you until you placed the coffee cup and the plate with the slice of cake and a little spoon infront of him, the last object making him finally snap out of his thoughts.
He moved his head from the table and looked up at you seeing your face for the first time. His body for some reason froze when he locked eyes with you.
"Uhm… I-I didn't order cake." He said with his voice a little bit breathless and with a shy tone.
You were so embarrassed that you didn't notice his clear reaction to seeing you, instead you thought that he was uncomfortable which made you panic and unable to speak for a few seconds.
"I-I know but don't worry, take it as a gift, it's on the house, I promise." You immediately said while feeling the heat creeping to your face, seeing him up close was making you more nervous than you already were which was ridiculous because you were only offering him a piece of cake, there was nothing to be nervous about.
Harry just blinked and moved his gaze towards the cake and then back at you, he muttered a small "Thanks" and then looked away while his right hand closed his journal.
You nodded taking that as a sign to leave the table, you turned around and without looking back you walked towards the counter with your cheeks puffed from holding air while hugging the now empty tray to your chest, your mind telling you over and over again how pathetic and awkward that interaction was.
When you arrived to the counter you decided to go to the small staff room and hide there for a couple minutes not only to calm and reassure yourself that everything was fine and that you were just overthinking but also to text your bestfriend to tell her what just happened.
Meanwhile Harry's head was dissociating while looking at the small plate with the cake and the coffee next to it, once he finally realized your sweet gesture the corners of his lips curved making a tiny smile appear on his face, he didn't know why you decided to give him a free piece of cake but he really appreciated it. He decided to go for it and try the cake grabbing the little spoon and serving himself a small portion.
He hummed and closed his eyes for a second when he finally tested the carrot cake, it was very sweet and tasty, exactly what he needed to boost his mood, in just a blink of an eye he devoured the whole piece of cake. He took a big sip of his coffee afterwards to calm the sweet taste in his mouth, the cake was very cloying.
After finishing his coffee he turned his head towards the counter expecting you to be there but confusion clouded his head, not only you weren't there but also he didn't understand why he felt dissapointment and the need to see your face again.
He felt like someone just threw a bucket full of cold water at him when he realized that ever since he saw you the thought of his ex didn't cross his mind, the realization suddenly made him feel sick, his stomach twisting and his chest aching.
With his head lightheaded he quickly got up from the chair which only made his head even more dizzy, he put on his jacket, grabbed his notebook and left the cafeteria, not without first leaving a 20£ bill on the counter.
The sound of the door and the bell made you notice from the staff room that he left, you left the room to go to the counter and confirm your concerns.
He really left.
A sigh of disappointment left your body, your shoulders dropping and a small pout forming in your face, you didn't know what you expected from him but you expected something, maybe a small talk or at least something more than just "Thanks".
Your gaze moved from the glass door to the counter, the 20£ bill resting there which made you smile a little bit, his order only costed 4£ so you considered the rest as a tip which made you feel somehow better.
At the end, your small interaction with Harry wasn't that bad.
Little did you know, this wouldn't the last time you'd see him. This is only the beginning of something new.
warning & content: nothing just fluff, he is acting cold, rainy day.
summary: harry is trying to clear his mind and stop thinking about his ex who he recently broke up with so he decides to go to a small coffee shop.
a/n: this is a idea that i had for years, i'm not kidding.
this is part 1
masterlist | taglist
Harry couldn’t stay in his house for too long, everything reminded him of her, Camille.
He felt miserable, it wasn’t his fault that his now ex girlfriend caught feelings for another guy and that she moved on from him so quickly with someone who apparently she already knew before dating him, he didn’t do anything wrong and that’s the problem that has been eating him alive.
He didn’t do anything wrong, he just fell in love with the wrong person.
Fell in love.
Something that he never did when he was younger in the band, he liked girls sure but he never felt something so deep for them, the idea that the media and the public had of him really messed him up to the point that even himself started to believe that it was true. That he was just the player of the band, the charming one who flirts with every woman.
He thought that that’s how he was always going to feel until he met her, his first serious girlfriend and of course he had bad luck with that and now he has to deal with his broken heart.
Now he was alone again, in his house. Harry felt so weak that just thinking about getting up from his bed made him want to cry but he had to be strong, that’s what his therapist told him.
With the little strength that he had left on him he stood up from his bed, he didn’t even bother on taking a shower or brush his hair, he just put a beanie on, sunglasses and a jacket on top of his hoodie.
The only thing that he did was spray some perfume, rub his eyes and put deodorant. He then grabbed his journal and his wallet and stepped out of his house before he could regret it or get lazy and decide to cancel his plan like he has been doing all week.
The weather wasn’t helping, the sky was grey and it was getting dark outside, the only good thing was the fact that the streets were all almost empty.
He started walking, he didn’t know how long he kept walking with no direction.
“If Camille was here you could be holding her hand.”
Pathetic, it was pathetic what his mind was telling him and how easy it was to ruin his mood.
Just like that his throat suddenly felt tight and his eyes started to sting, he didn't know how long he kept fighting the tears but when he finally snapped out of his thoughts it was only because he felt the rain falling on him, how long it has been raining? No idea but his beanie was starting to feel heavy because of how soaked it was.
“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, he hided his notebook under his jacket and looked around.
He didn’t recognize this street. Great, just great, this was exactly what he needed right now.
Before his mouth opened so he could curse again his eyes spotted a small coffee shop. Who keeps open a coffee shop at eight pm? Whatever, he doesn't have time to think about it so he immediately rushed inside.
He sighed in relief when he opened the door a d felt the warm air suddenly hit him on the face, the bell on top of the door ringing when he closed it. He scanned the place and as he was expecting it was empty.
His shoulders relaxed and slowly walked to the counter, his head low not only because he was trying to go by incognito but also because he didn’t want anyone to see him in this state.
He heard some steps coming from the other side of the counter getting closer to him, whoever was working here apparently was staying in the back of the cafeteria reserved only for staff members when there was no clients.
“Hello sir, what can I serve-?” Harry didn’t even let the sweet voice finish, his hands found the pockets of his jackets and started roaming over there searching for something while he interrupted the other person.
“A black coffee, no sugar or milk.” He said while taking his wallet and a pen from his front pockets, he placed them on the counter so he could have his hands free to grab his phone from the pocket on the back of his pants.
“Uhm… okay, do you want something more?”
He just shook his head, grabbed his things and turned around looking for a seat far away from the counter and the window to sit on leaving you paralyzed on the counter, your hand still grabbing your small notebook and your pen to write his order.
Once he finally found a table in a good place he walked towards it and sat on the chair placing his things on the table and moving his chair back so he could have space to take his jacket off and place it on the chair behind him.
When he did that your mouth dropped for a brief moment, now you finally had a clear vision of who this rude costumer was and it made sense why he was acting like that.
It was Harry fucking Styles.
Even though you spent all your childhood and adolescence being a “Believer” and a “Arianator” you still freaked out over the fact that one of the members of the favorite band of your bestfriend was sat in your cafeteria.
Technically is not yours, you only work here but… anyway! It doesn’t matter right now.
She is probably not gonna believe you when you finally have time to tell her, you were not going to take a picture as a proof, it was obvious from his expression that he was having a bad day and you didn’t wanna make it worse.
You took a deep breath and turned around to start preparing his coffee in silence, the only noise in the cafeteria was the rain outside and the news on the TV that your boss bought thinking that it was a good idea to keep people entertained.
Harry decided to take his journal from the inside pocket of his jacket and look through what he had written over the last few days. He felt secondhand embarrassment when he noticed that some of the pages and the ink were stained with his tears so he decided to just stop looking and start writing on a new page while he waited for his coffee to arrive.
When you finally had his coffee ready you decided to glance at him once again, it didn't surprise you that he decided to sit far away from the counter, you understood that he wanted to have a peaceful time but the expression on his face still made you curious, something was definitely wrong with him.
He had his eyebrows furrowed, his head down and really close to his journal while he wrote something on it, he looked like he was just concentrated but there was something else, his bottom lip and chin kept shivering as if he was trying to hold back tears.
You somehow felt bad when you noticed it, you are a very empathetic and emotional person, that's how your friends usually describe you, everytime that they decided to open up to you and tell you about their struggles you always ended up crying with them from compassion, is not the case right now but you did feel your stomach sick from watching someone clearly not happy.
An idea passed through your head, maybe a piece of cake would make Harry get in a better mood, is not the first time that you give costumers free cake, usually is for the kids that arrive with their parents and seem clearly bored and act fuzzy but maybe this could also work on Harry.
The cafeteria not only serves coffee and tea, there is also a mini pastrie section in which you only serve cookies, macarons, croissants and three tipes of cake. Is not much but it's better than nothing.
You decided to grab a small plate and place a slice of one of the three cakes, in your head you prayed that Harry liked carrot cake because if he doesn't then you would probably look like a fool.
With the slice of cake and the coffee ready you decided to place both things on a silver tray and leave the counter to walk towards his table, your hands were shaking a little bit thinking of what his reaction will be but you managed to control it.
Harry was so focused on his journal and the inspiration that he was getting that he didn't notice you until you placed the coffee cup and the plate with the slice of cake and a little spoon infront of him, the last object making him finally snap out of his thoughts.
He moved his head from the table and looked up at you seeing your face for the first time. His body for some reason froze when he locked eyes with you.
"Uhm… I-I didn't order cake." He said with his voice a little bit breathless and with a shy tone.
You were so embarrassed that you didn't notice his clear reaction to seeing you, instead you thought that he was uncomfortable which made you panic and unable to speak for a few seconds.
"I-I know but don't worry, take it as a gift, it's on the house, I promise." You immediately said while feeling the heat creeping to your face, seeing him up close was making you more nervous than you already were which was ridiculous because you were only offering him a piece of cake, there was nothing to be nervous about.
Harry just blinked and moved his gaze towards the cake and then back at you, he muttered a small "Thanks" and then looked away while his right hand closed his journal.
You nodded taking that as a sign to leave the table, you turned around and without looking back you walked towards the counter with your cheeks puffed from holding air while hugging the now empty tray to your chest, your mind telling you over and over again how pathetic and awkward that interaction was.
When you arrived to the counter you decided to go to the small staff room and hide there for a couple minutes not only to calm and reassure yourself that everything was fine and that you were just overthinking but also to text your bestfriend to tell her what just happened.
Meanwhile Harry's head was dissociating while looking at the small plate with the cake and the coffee next to it, once he finally realized your sweet gesture the corners of his lips curved making a tiny smile appear on his face, he didn't know why you decided to give him a free piece of cake but he really appreciated it. He decided to go for it and try the cake grabbing the little spoon and serving himself a small portion.
He hummed and closed his eyes for a second when he finally tested the carrot cake, it was very sweet and tasty, exactly what he needed to boost his mood, in just a blink of an eye he devoured the whole piece of cake. He took a big sip of his coffee afterwards to calm the sweet taste in his mouth, the cake was very cloying.
After finishing his coffee he turned his head towards the counter expecting you to be there but confusion clouded his head, not only you weren't there but also he didn't understand why he felt dissapointment and the need to see your face again.
He felt like someone just threw a bucket full of cold water at him when he realized that ever since he saw you the thought of his ex didn't cross his mind, the realization suddenly made him feel sick, his stomach twisting and his chest aching.
With his head lightheaded he quickly got up from the chair which only made his head even more dizzy, he put on his jacket, grabbed his notebook and left the cafeteria, not without first leaving a 20£ bill on the counter.
The sound of the door and the bell made you notice from the staff room that he left, you left the room to go to the counter and confirm your concerns.
He really left.
A sigh of disappointment left your body, your shoulders dropping and a small pout forming in your face, you didn't know what you expected from him but you expected something, maybe a small talk or at least something more than just "Thanks".
Your gaze moved from the glass door to the counter, the 20£ bill resting there which made you smile a little bit, his order only costed 4£ so you considered the rest as a tip which made you feel somehow better.
At the end, your small interaction with Harry wasn't that bad.
Little did you know, this wouldn't the last time you'd see him. This is only the beginning of something new.
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