Coffee Shop

Coffee Shop

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Pairing: Coffee Shop!Harry x Y/N (oh and Niall makes an appearance)

Warnings: fluff- just two idiots in love, drinking, tiny bit of swearing (Italics mark as flashbacks)

Summary: Harry works at the coffee shop, and Y/N's a regular customer.

Word Count: a little over 2.4k

“Iced Americano for Lydia!”

The coffee shop was bustling with energy- there was always a person occupying every single seat, and the noises of the coffee machines and staff always added to the liveliness of this shop. The dings of the door opening and closing indicated a new person entering, and the orders being taken place were just another ingredient to the mix.

Deja Brew, as they had named it, was the busiest and most known coffee shop within the city. People would come in here for the morning runs before work, they would simply sit at a table while typing away at their computer, or they would be here with friends. Everyone loved this tiny area- all the things about it screamed home.

What Harry loved most about it, however, was one specific customer- mocha and blueberry muffin girl. He had developed a little crush only a while ago… but he had been seeing her ever since he had started working here.

“Hey, how may I help you?” Another one of his coworkers took her order. Aiden was in the back during his break time. He was looking down at her phone as he had nothing better to do.

“Hi! I’d like a mocha and a blueberry muffin please,” she said. Harry looked up to see the most beautiful person he had ever seen to date. She already had her card out and was ready to pay.

“Will that be all?” She smiled up at his coworker, the small wrinkles by the side of her light brown eyes showing.

“Yes, please.”

He thought he would never see her again. He thought he would get over that “love at first sight”. What he didn't know was she was a regular. Ever since then, he observed that she always ordered the same thing off the menu. Every. Single. Day.

Only a few days after taking her order, Harry had gotten her mocha and blueberry muffin ready before she came into the shop. He wanted her to pay and leave so she wouldn't have to wait to continue her day. All of this but he didn't even know her name.

People had crushes on others without knowing their names, right? He wasn't crazy, right?

It did bother Harry a little bit, but that was okay. He got to see her everyday, and that was enough. And it wasn't like she was ever going to notice him anyways.

He was broken from his daydream when his coworker, Niall tapped Harry on his shoulder.

“Wondering when your lover will walk through the door?” Niall teased him.

“Oh for fuck's sake, Niall. She's not my ‘lover’,” Harry sighed and checked his watch for the fifth time. ‘She should be here any moment’, he thought. He had her order packed fresh and ready.

“Haha, biggest joke of the year. I’ve seen the way you admire her. If you aren't gonna make a move, I might just make one,” Niall rolled his eyes. Harry could tell Niall was only joking. He wouldn't do that to his friend… hopefully not.

“Hey,” Harry dragged out. “Don't you dare.” Just like any other day, she walked into the shop at the same time as before. He quickly shooed Niall away as he laughed, and Harry grabbed the blueberry muffin and mocha and made his way to her. This would be the day he would finally give her the order.

“Hi, blueberry muffin and mocha?” Harry asked her even though he already knew the answer. She looked as pretty as ever, and his crush was only growing.

“Oh, yes,” her voice was sweet and light. That made Harry wonder even more what she would be like if he got to know her.

“Your name?” he asked. To be honest, he didn't even need her name. Her order was sitting on the side counter. All he had to do was pick it up and hand it to her. But he wanted to know for the sake of not feeling weird of having a middle school crush on her and not knowing her name.

“Y/N,” she said while digging something out from her purse. Y/N. A name as soft and beautiful as the person shown outside. He found himself staring at her, and as soon as she looked up, they locked eyes. Now it felt like eternity for Harry, but it was only a few seconds that they held their stare. Y/N broke it by offering him a smile, only for him to swoon all over it mentally.

“Alright, your total will be $6.30.” She quickly paid, said thanks, and left. A short conversation but a worthy one nonetheless. He finally got to know her name after two weeks of crushing on her. Niall came up to Harry and stood behind him, trying to find where Harry was staring off to.

“Oh lord. Now what happened?” Niall asked.

“Y/N,” Harry breathed out. “That's her name.”

“Oh wow, you know her name now. Good for you,” Niall said. Harry just rolled his eyes and continued to work, with Y/N in his mind for the rest of the day.

It had been a few weeks since Y/N had told Harry her name… and their “relationship” had gotten better. When she came into the shop everyday, she always waved to him on her way in or out.

And he smiled and waved back.

In those few weeks, that crush had developed into something more, since he got to see her everyday. He wanted to be able to hang out with her, take her on dates, and just talk to her about life. But he didn't want her to think that he was creepy or a stalker- definitely not a stalker.

It was around 7 in the evening, and Y/N was seated in a dimly lit corner booth with someone. ‘Why was she here so late?’ he thought. The guy she was with was wearing a white knit sweater and glasses, and his black hair was styled in a quiff. He was talking to Y/N but she was looking around the shop. The guy was quite engrossed in his story- Harry could tell by the way he was moving his hands… he was also the only person talking.

Y/N was sipping her coffee and nodding her head every once in a while, but Harry could tell she wasn't really paying attention. She set her coffee down on the table and fiddled with her rings. Meanwhile, the guy moved closer to her while she moved farther away. She was already at the very edge of the seat.

Suddenly the guy's phone rang. He walked out of the booth, immediately picked up the phone, and started talking.

“Yes, mum. I’ll be there,” he replied to the phone. He quickly said something to her and walked through the door of the shop. Y/N sighed and made her way to the counter to pay for whatever the guy and she ordered.

“You ok?” Harry asked. She looked tired and ready to go home. “Looks like he just walked out on you.”

“Oh yeah, he's a treat,” she said sarcastically. “Apparently his mother called him. Good thing he left because I couldn't stand a minute more of him. ” Both of them shared a laugh, but then Harry asked the question that was on his mind the entire night.

“So is he your…” He didn't want to finish that so he wouldn't be assuming anything. The last thing he wanted to do was offend Y/N.

“Oh no, he was just a guy I met off of an online dating site. Not really sure how I matched up with him though, all he talked about was the movie series that he's obsessed with.”

“Sounds pretty boring to me. ”

“Trust me, that's an understatement. Even if I were to get with him… I’d just rather not.”

“So then? Who would you like?” Harry wondered. He’d wanted to know for a long time. He was hoping for something along the lines of him, but he knew that was a long shot. He always kept hoping for something that was out of reach for him. He had a tendency to do that.

“I don't know, maybe someone nice and simple? I want our relationship to be a two way street, and not like how this so-called ‘date’ went. Again, I’m not really sure how I got set up with him,” she rolled her eyes. Harry noticed how she also used her hands while talking to express herself.

“I can imagine. Once I got matched with someone and when we were out, she had this guy on her arm the entire time. They even started making out in front of me while we were having coffee,” Harry shuddered at the memory. That’s one reason why he will never go on Tinder dates again.

“Oh my god,” she laughed. He could never get tired of that laugh. “That must've been so awkward. Third-wheeling the entire time.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m pretty sure that was her ex and got back with him.”

Y/N gasped at the fact, “Seriously?” Harry nodded his head while she raised her eyebrows and shook her head. “Oh wow. People are so extraordinary.”

Y/N was a living example of that. Harry could listen to her all the time and still kiss the ground she walked on. Only having known her for not a long time, he couldn't wait to get to know more about her.

Changing the topic of dating, she asked, “Wanna go somewhere to drink? It’s a Friday.” She looked at him with hopeful eyes, and he knew that she wanted a distraction from her shitty night. Drinking isn’t all that fun alone. So he had no other option to agree. He had no right to decline an offer from Y/N herself.

It was around midnight, and the two of them had had one too many glasses of alcohol to drink. They were sitting in a booth in the corner of a random bar they found down the street, and the music playing on the T.V. added a livelihood to the place. They had done a couple shots. Then some lighter drinks to continue the night. Neither of them wanted this night to end.

Y/N was sipping on her pink drink that Harry didn't know the name of, and he himself settled for a beer. They were both all giggly, and the cuddly side of Y/N came out halfway through the night. Her head rested on his shoulder, and his head was on her head. She had completely let go and Harry was glad to see her like this, dating and work definitely was a hassle. He knew from experience.

Y/N had told Harry a lot of stuff about her life, from her childhood embarrassments to her graduating.

“I was jumping on the bouncy house, when my mouth got stuck on the side net. My tooth fell out! I couldn't find it, so all the people around the bouncy house started looking for it with me.”

Harry, on the contrary, had let her speak. Sure, he pitched in with a few of his stories from time to time, but he wanted her to enjoy it. He also wanted to hear her voice more.

He watched her fingers as they fiddled with her rings and how she gasped in between her stories when she remembered another. Call him smitten, but it was something Harry enjoyed and found comfort in. Had he mentioned that he could do this all day?

Suddenly Y/N sat up with attention and sat her drink down on the table. She turned her body to face him and started, “You know why I come into your coffee shop everyday?” She didn't even let him answer. “It’s to see someone… and do you know who that is? It's you! It was my first time coming into the shop when I first saw you. But then I knew that I had to see you more,” she said.

Harry was too stunned to speak. She came everyday to see him? She was spilling secrets that Harry wasn't sure she was aware of. Although, she wasn’t drunk, but also not not tipsy.

She grabbed his face in her hands and squeezed his cheeks together. “You’re so cute, Harry. Your eyes are to die for.”

“Oh- thank you. You aren't so bad yourself, Y/N.”

“So tell me… are you dating anyone? Any girlfriend? Boyfriend?” She lets her hands drop from his cheeks and back to her side.

“Not yet. But I mean, the spot’s always open if you ever wanna fill it in.” She let out a loud giggle and responded back almost immediately.

“I’ll sleep on it, get back to you tomorrow morning.” Her smile was brighter than the shining moon, and her cheeks were strawberry red. It was a sight to behold. He took out his phone and open the camera. He took a quick picture.

“What was that for?” Y/N asked.

“Just a photo to remember the beautiful person in front of me.”

“Oh please, Harry. You’re too much,” she said. She stood up and dragged them both in front of their booth.

“Dance with me,” she whispered to him.

She put her hand on his shoulders, and his on her waist. They slowly swayed in their spots to the soft music in the background, and they held eye contact for some time.

The pink neon light from the window sign was lighting up Y/N’s face, and that made her look even more adorable.

How was it possible for someone to be this gorgeous?

Y/N leaned in to rest her forehead on Harry’s and their noses softly rubbed against each other. Her lopsided smile was still quite big, and Harry had the same on his face.

It felt like eternity to him when they leaned in, and neither of them knew who did it first. Her lips were placed onto his in a matter of seconds. It was a soft and cute kiss, but it was enough for Harry. Her lips felt like heaven.

They pulled away and Y/N giggled. Harry stole another kiss, and then gave a tiny peck to her nose.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing you, darling.”

She ducked her face into his neck, where she placed another light kiss.

“Take me home, Harry. You can kiss me all you want there.”

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Somebody Else.

b4.) “who is she?”

b27.) “i’ve waited years for you and i still can’t have you.”

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You’re in love with your best friend.

You didn’t want to sugarcoat it, you just wanted him to notice you outside of what you guys already had. As if dropping hints or small touches didn’t set off the idea that you wanted him.

But he was blind to it. Harry had always been one to look over those kinds of things and for a while, you thought he felt the same way, but recently he’s been so distant.

Distant because of a drunken kiss you guys shared two weeks ago at the bar. You were out with your friends and Harry kept ordering shots after shots after shots. You didn’t mind it though, you had a rough week and wanted to relax.

It was weird the way it happened, though, you were waiting for your uber and everyone had already gone home, but Harry was waiting for the uber with you to make sure you were safe.

It happened so quick, you weren’t even sure how it led up to that moment. Within seconds, Harry had caught your lips with his, his hand was tangled in your hair while his tongue flicked and caressed your bottom lip. You would never forget that kiss—it was so heated, why wouldn’t you?

His hands were all over you, your hands were all over him. The way his tongue felt when massaging it against yours had lit a fire in your stomach and you begged silently in your head for more. He even moaned into your mouth and you swore that you could feel your heart drop to your stomach.

He tasted like tequila.

But now, you haven’t heard from him since. You’ve tried to call him, text him, hell—you even reached out to his best friend and his best friend said Harry was doing fine and they had just hung out.

You were let down, once again, by a guy. Were you surprised? Mmm…no. Men are not reliable anyways, but Harry was so different. There was something so fucking addicting about chasing him. The adrenaline rush it gives you when you do something risky with him, or the way he hurts you leads you to wanting more of him.

There was no doubt in your mind that you were chasing that constant feeling of being hurt because you would rather be hurt than ignored. You wanted Harry to notice you in any way possible.

One of your friends had invited you out to the bar again and you debated on going because you knew Harry was going to be there. He’s always there. He didn’t want to miss out on what his friends were doing so he was always there.

You ended up going anyways. You searched through your closet and found the hottest outfit you could find, maybe in hopes that Harry would see you and want to kiss you again, but that was few and far between.

The bar was extremely busy that night. You kept to yourself, but still talked to your friends and Harry was nowhere to be seen. You were almost sure he was going to show up, but I guess it was too much to ask.

Was he ignoring you? Was the kiss really that bad that he would run away and never talk to you again?

It hurt. You knew it was a drunken kiss and there was a high chance it meant nothing, but it still hurt to have a taste of something you wanted so bad, but still couldn’t have.

Your eyes kept looking at the entry way in hopes that Harry would walk through the door and come join you and your friends, but the wind got knocked out of you when he walked through with another girl.

It was like slow motion and you felt like you could puke. Your friends didn’t even notice that all the color in your face had left and that you were now clutching the glass of whisky in your hand tightly while you watched him kiss her.

Kiss her.

His lips were all over her neck, his hands going places that he dared never to touch you at. You wondered if she knew about you, if she knew that prior to this, he was all over you and you both were sharing a kiss.

But he wasn’t drunk and she wasn’t either. This wasn’t a drunken thing. He was soberly kissing his way down her neck and back up to her lips and his hand was on her hip as they walked to the booth.

“Hey, guys.” Harry waved off, scooting into the booth across from me. You stared at him in anger, your jaw was clenched and you tried not to show how jealous you were of the girl that still had his hand on her hip.

“This is Kate.” He introduced her to the table and you wanted to fucking scream. Everything inside of you was ripping from the inside out.

But you had to be nice.

“Hi, Kate.” You faked the widest smile while your voice shook—even your hands were shaking. You downed the rest of your whisky, knowing that it was going to punch you in the gut later.

“Will you excuse me?” You looked over to your friend, gesturing for them to let you out of the booth. You escaped from it without saying anything to Harry, you even grabbed your purse and your keys.

You couldn’t stay here. You knew that seeing them together was going to crush you more than it already has. Seeing them together made that whisky want to come right back up.

“Y/N! Hey!” You heard Harry call after you as you walked out of the bar, but you kept walking. You acted like you couldn’t hear him or maybe you wanted him to know that you were ignoring him.

“Y/N! Wait!” Harry grabbed your arm, pulling you to him, but not close enough. You stood outside on the porch of the bar, the summer air warming your body as he looked at you.

“You’re leaving already?” He frowned.

“Really?” You snapped, letting out a chuckle, “That’s funny coming from you. You haven’t answered any of my texts or calls and now you’re upset that I’m leaving?”

“Well… I’ve just been busy. I haven’t been able to—“

“Bullshit, Harry!” You seethed, clenching your fists together as you bored a look into his eyes. You tried to hold back crying and you were doing so well, so magnificent at it.

“Your best friend told me that you’ve been answering everyone else but me. Is it because of the kiss? Or is it her? Who the fuck is she?” You demanded answers out of him, but he looked at you in shock that you would yell at him like this.

“The kiss… That was just for fun, right?” He laughed out, but he had a confused look on his face as he stood there with his arms over his chest, “I mean, that’s not the reason, but she….” He looked back at the door, then back at you.

“Who. Is. She.” You demanded once again, tears threatening to ruin your makeup that you spent an hour and a half on. All of this was for nothing, you wanted to stomp back in there and yell at the girl, but she didn’t do anything wrong.

Kate didn’t kiss you.

Kate didn’t lead you on.

It was Harry.

“She’s.. my new girlfriend.” He sighed out, shrugging slowly as he caught his bottom lip with his teeth, taking a step back from you, “Listen, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression when I kissed you…”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, but this time it wasn’t in a good way. You kept having to remind yourself that it was just a kiss, but you still had feelings for him. The kiss was a mistake on both parts because all it ever did was fill you up with more lust, more longing for him.

“You know what?” You choked out, waving your hand in front of your face as you looked away. A sad smile spread across your lips as you started to back away, “I really thought you would have noticed that I like you—no, love you. I’m in love with you.”

“And it hurts so bad that I have waited years for you and I still can’t have you. Watching you come in with someone else? That….” You choked out, quickly catching your tears with your fingers before shaking your head, “I’m sorry I misinterpreted our friendship.”

“Y/N….” Harry whispered out, his brows knitted together as he watched you. His body language was stiff, his arms dropped down to his side as he watched you walk away.

“I’m sorry, listen, I’m sorry—“ He went after you, grabbing your hand in hopes to make you stay, but you pushed his hand away and looked back at him with a hurt look.

“Don’t.” You laughed out, putting your hands up as you backed away, “I really hope that you and Kate are happy. Really. ‘S all I ever wanted was for you to be happy.”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything back, you just got into the car and left. The buzz you had was far gone and you just wanted to get the fuck out of there as fast as you could.

It was really a bad ending to a bad night.

And you realized that one thing that you’ve been chasing your entire life could never be yours.

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