- blueberry pie ˎˊ˗ ceorry - h.s
summary: in which harry is a ceo in new york city and he decides to go out for lunch. he stumbles upon not only a café but a pretty girl who leaves smiley faces on coffee cups.
pairing: - ceo harry styles x fem!reader
warnings/info: fluff | no use of y/n | harry pov l cursing I harry being a flirt | sweetheart reader| new york aesthetics | pet names | strangers | lowkey shy harry | if i missed anything Imk <3
a/n: hey yalll ik some people missed harry one shots since ive been doing so many headcanons but here is a new one. also if you didn’t know my master list is in my pinned so that’s where you can find all my works!
hope yall enjoy !! <33
part two is here
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It had been a sunny spring day here in New York City.
Deciding to ditch the suit, I’m in a regular polo top and dress pants. It’s been a while since I had my arms out of a button up.
The building was packed today as we’re dropping a new spring project on the social sites.
Everyone’s excited, while I’m just ready to see the customers’ reactions to it all.
As a CEO of a company, I don’t really go outside much during the afternoons since I’m always in meetings for new business deals or sorting out different things with each department.
That’s why I have my assistant, Joseph. He takes care of my breakfast, lunches, and sometimes even dinner reservations.
But today I felt too boxed in my office and decided to treat myself to lunch outside.
I can’t even remember the last time I’ve done this, maybe months ago when the company was still trying to get a voice in the city.
Since then, my company has risen to its potential and become a hit.
Walking down the street from the building, I see a few shops with lunch specials and too much foot traffic and lines.
I walk past most of them until I reach a small cafe with only a few people inside and one person in line.
“The Coffee Hut.” Huh.
Since it was empty, I pushed the door open, signaling a bell at the top, ringing through the small cafe.
I walked in, and my eyes scanned every corner: white walls, green plants, and beige flooring. Then the smell of baked goods hit my nostrils, and I took a deep sigh.
It smelled heavenly.
I looked around, seeing who was seated. It looked like some regulars and maybe people stopping by for a quick coffee.
Why haven’t I been here before?
I got in line, and that’s when my eyes landed on you.
Hair in a styled bun, with hair framing your face. Cheeks slightly red from the heat of the ovens in the back kitchen. Lips pink, eyes sparkling with politeness and a mind of joy I don’t experience everyday. I couldn’t help my eyes from staring as you beamed at the customer ordering.
Green apron with a name tag.
Beautiful.
Thats the first thought that came through my mind. I didn’t notice, due to my staring that could come across as creepy, that I was now standing in line like an idiot as you waited patiently for me to step up to the counter.
I think I froze, but soon I regained what I call a brain and stepped ahead, fumbling with my wallet as I retrieved it from my pocket.
“Hi, welcome to the Coffee Hut. What can I get you?” Cheerful yet slightly quiet was your voice as you looked at me.
“Hello, it’s my first time here, actually. Could you give me a recommendation?” I asked, trying not to sound like an idiot.
I should’ve looked at the menu longer.
Forget CEO Harry. Out the window. Now it’s just some guy blowing it in front of this pretty girl behind the counter.
“Yeah, sure! We have baked goods, muffins, cookies, and our special today is a blueberry pie.” You smiled, pointing briefly at the display area of all the baked items.
Selections from red velvet cookies, banana nut bread, even cinnamon rolls.
I’d get each one right now if I wasn’t going back to work.
“I’ll get the blueberry pie,” I said quickly, glancing at the beautiful pie on display.
“Okay, and anything else?” You asked, pointing over your head to show me where the menu was for drinks, while also typing on a tablet. “We have a bunch of options of coffee or teas.”
“Uh, hot coffee, please. Black,” I said slowly, trying to think clearly. I automatically took out my black card and handed it over to you.
Once the card went through smoothly, you handed it back with my receipt. “Thanks. This is for you.” I said, placing a hundred-dollar bill on the counter as I walked over to the pickup area.
I couldn’t help but want to see your face as you looked down at the bill.
You double-checked as you picked it up hesitantly. “Um, sir. Did you place the wrong bill?” You asked, holding the bill in your small hands.
“Oh, no, I didn’t. That’s for you.” I confirmed with a small smile.
“I- oh. Well, thank you. That’s very generous,” you responded, flustered, as you pocketed the bill in your jeans. “I’ll have your order in a second.” I watched as you practically ran to the back of the kitchen, probably to get me the freshest slice.
I was right, as you returned with a green box with the warm pie inside. “Gave you two slices,” you announced quietly as you handed me my coffee.
“Thank you. Have a good rest of your day, sweetheart,” I said with a nod as I grabbed both items and turned to head out the door.
Did I intend to use a slick pet name like that?
No. It slipped out, I swear.
As I walked back to the office building, I couldn’t help but think of you. The girl behind the counter working at a green, aesthetically appealing cafe. That smile as you greeted me, then the politeness that radiated off you as you asked if I had stopped with the hundred-dollar bill by accident.
Once I got back to my office, I settled back into my large sofa near the big window showcasing the rest of the city. I lifted my coffee cup to drink it, and that’s when my eyes caught it.
A handwritten message on the bottom of the cup.
“Thanks for the tip! Enjoy your pie. Hope to see you again soon! :)”
Fucking adorable.
Maybe I’ve found my new favorite place for lunch.
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just wanted to add i do not use ai in any way to write anything i post. i use a grammer checker which is attached to docs on google.