Harry Styles Blurbs (Reader Insert)

Routine

Her brows are furrowed in concentration as she presses her index finger to the page her book is open to before she lifts it's cover and brushes aside stray uncapped highlighters, looking through the stack of papers underneath it.

He can practically see the light bulb go off when her eyes do a double take and she grins triumphantly, grabbing the paper and pulling it out of the pile with a hardy tug.

She scribbles something on the sheet in front of her before dropping her pen with a small thunk to the table. She sighs deeply, a sigh that even from this far away Harry can see shake her entire body. It's a sigh he knows too well, one of frustration- of exhaustion.

She presses her hands to her face, sliding them under her glasses with a huff. He's wondering if she's crying, but a moment later she rubs her eyes and readjusts her glasses before reaching for her smoothie and taking a long sip of it, eyes closed.

She sets it down and grabs a hair tie from her wrist, swinging her hair into a makeshift quick ponytail, a few strands of her hair still lose and framing her face before she cracks her knuckles and picks her pen up again.

She's got a new look on her face- one of complete determination and focus and Harry is more intrigued than ever at the process he's just wittnessed. With cameras on him all the time, he's become much more observant- perhaps out of obligation, but after what he just witness, he's not sure he minds.

"She's been here since we opened," a voice says suddenly, pulling Harry away from his gaze.

He turns to see the old lady holding out his smoothie, peering over his shoulder at the girl.

"S'tha' right?" Harry asks thickly, glancing back at her.

She hums a response and Harry takes the smoothie from her with a quick thank you, before he his tennis shoe clad feet carry him back towards the girl.

He grabs a paper from one of the tables before and stands in front of her table, watching as her eyes scan across the page of her book.

He's tenative, a bit guilty too, because she's obviously busy. He rocks back and forth on the soles of his shoes for a moment, but it's not quick enough because she is glancing up at him with eyes that are fiery and determined.

She blinks at him, once and then twice as she sits up a bit. Her head phones are still in and the pen has fallen slack in her hand and Harry wonders if she's recognized him. He hasn't seen the usual indications-widening of the eyes or the slight gape of her jaw. She licks her lips and pulls her headphones out slowly, letting them clunk to the table.

Harry speaks up, clearing his throat, " 'Lo there, mind if I sit with yeh?"

Her eyebrows furrow together and he can sense that she's doing a quick scan of the empty shop so he speaks up, "I can sit somewhere else, if yeh want. S'no big deal, love."

Her eyes widen at the pet name, and she shakes her head before speaking in a rushed tone, "No, no, no. It's just wh- nevermind, sorry it's a bit of a mess."

She's tripping over her words as she reaches across the table, brushing her carefully stacked papers aside carelessly.

Harry smirks a bit, she's flustered and he'd be lying if he didn't find her adorable. "S'alright, you're fine." He mumbles, scooting into the bench across from her.

He gives a beaming smile as he lifts his smoothie to his mouth and takes a sip, flattening out the newspaper and lifting in in front of his face.

She's staring at him inquisitively, head tilted slightly to the side before she sighs again and goes back to her work.

He's observing her, in a way that would regularly make his own skin itch- over the edge of the newspaper.

She's got her head resting against her palm as she scribbles notes from her textbook to her paper. The loose strands from her ponytail are falling onto her page as her hand scrawls across it, and she keeps lifting her head a bit to let them fall aside before she continues. She's holding the same focus she had before his interruption and Harry's surprised she hasn't reached for her phone; nor her headphones again.

His eyes drift from the newspaper to her notes that are a few feet away, observing how her handwriting is messy, yet elegant across the pages. They're color coded, vibrant and as lovely as she is.

He turns the page to remain inconspicuous when he sees her shift around in her seat a little.

It's like this for some time- they same easy quietness Harry admires about the shop with the new, occasional rustle of her papers or his newspaper.

That is, until he here's the slurping sound of an empty cup.

His eyes dart up from the newspaper, glancing at her.

She's got the straw caught between her lips, eyes focused on the pages in front of her as she sips at the empty cup again only to be met with the sound of the same slurp from earlier.

"S'empty, love," he says, folding the newspaper and setting it down.

Her face crinkles together in confusion at his words, nose scrunching up as if he too was taking apart of her studying before she realizes that's not it at all.

She releases the straw from her mouth and the cup drums onto the table with a thunk. She's embarrassed, glancing at the cup and then back at him with a sly smile.

"Lemme get yeh another," he says, turning over his shoulder and calling to the girl worker who has replaced the old woman from earlier.

When he turns back she's frowning at him, a deep pressed frown that makes his heart thump wildly.

"You didn't have to do that." She says firmly.

He nods, leaning back against the bench and shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pocket, "I know tha'. Say m'contributing t'your effort."

She simply blinks at him in response, before pushing her glasses up to her nose. She swallows a bit before setting her pen down and leaning back herself, "Thank you, that was really sweet of you."

He grins, "S'no problem, love. M'Harry."

She laughs at that, shaking her head as more of her silky hair falls out of the loose ponytail.

"What's funny?" He asks, puckering his lips in curiosity.

"It's just, god, of course I know who you are." She says with a squeaky voice, lifting her phone up and turning it towards him.

He squints at the screen and chuckles a bit, recognizing the album cover fondly, "Glad we could help yeh study..." He squints at her notes, wondering what exactly it is she's been immersed in.

"It's boring, really. You wouldn't like it." She says, shaking her head as she looks around at her mess with embarrassment.

"Try me, love." Harry says with a grin.

And although the sun is rising beyond the windows behind her, Harry feels perfectly content breaking his routine for once- especially if it means he gets to be here with her.