Harry Styles imagines

Eyes For You

At three in the afternoon, the small coffeeshop down the street, was filled with customers as always. It seemed like everyone needed a shot of caffeine during their break of work to somehow get through the rest of the day.
Everyone wanted something, mostly take away and stressed the shit out of you all, the employees. It was rare that customers were actually nice to you and respected your work, instead they complained a lot about the waiting, because they were in such a rush of getting back to work.

„Megan, I need another two cappuccinos and an espresso!" You almost had to yell back to the coffee bar so she could hear you over all the noise in the shop.

„Coming!" Your coworker yelled back and already handed you out the order.

„Thanks!" You brought the coffees to the waiting customers so they could pay and leave. „I think that was it." You breathed out, looking around to make sure you served everyone.

Megan appeared next to you, her hands on her hips. „Yeah, we did it." She confirmed as most of the people left with their orders.

„Uhhh, Y/n, did you see what time it is?" Megan looked at you with a big smile on her face.

„No, why?" You asked confused.

„It's 4 o'clock!" She let out, excited.

„And?"

„Come on, Y/n, you know who is always coming to get his coffee at 4 o'clock." She tilted her head. „That famous singer. What was his name again?" She stated, trying to think of his name, clearly forgetting what it was. „You know, he made the song Golden that you love so much."

You rolled your eyes. „You mean Harry Styles." You told her.

„Yes! Harry Styles, your lover..." She nudged you slightly.

„Stop it Megan!" You whispered so she wouldn't talk so loud. „He is a customer like every other person. I think he gets enough attention whenever he is outside and doesn't need that here too. Let him have his coffee in piece."

„Oh please, have you never noticed the way he looks at you or that he always orders from you?" She smirked. „While drinking his coffee, sitting at the small table over there, he literally never takes his eyes off of you while you're working. And god, how he flirts with you all the time, it's so obvious."

„That's not true. He is just enjoying a little break and its calmness, nothing more. He is a singer, a worldwide known artist, he has better things to do than stare at me." You told her.

„If you say so..." She shrugged. „See for yourself, he just walked in."

„What?!" You said loudly, turning to Megan who threw a towel over her shoulder and got back to the coffee bar.

You turned back around and there he was again, as always, waiting in front of the counter to order his coffee.

„Hey." He looked at you.

„Hi." You said shyly. „Same order as always?" You asked.

He smiled at you. „You know my order by heart?"

„Well...yeah." You chuckled. „You're here everyday, so I memorized it."

„Sweet." He smirked.

„Sweet?"

„Yeah, sweet." He repeated. „You're sweet."

You couldn't believe he just said that, blushing and nervously looking down, trying to hide your face. Megan was actually right, you realized.

„Thanks...that is...sweet of you too." You said. „Your coffee will be ready in a minute."

He was still smiling. „Great. Thank you, I'll be over there." He pointed to the table he always sat at.
You nodded. It was the only thing you could do before getting to the back where Megan was.