an owl’s thoughts

amore caffè

 (y/n) is stuck working at a coffee shop on Christmas, and Harry isn’t celebrating either  warnings: none word count: 1158

Christmas was (y/n)’s least favorite holiday. Ever. Her mom was always working, and her dad was always traveling. An only child, (y/n) only ever had lonely memories from Christmas as a child. Sitting alone under a tree opening presents as her dad watched half heartedly and her mom was on a business call in the other room. (y/n) hated looking around to see there kids outside building snowmen in their yards with their parents and siblings, wearing new coats and mittens, or riding down the street as best they could in the sludge on new bikes or scooters. So, all (y/n) could ever remember on Christmas was loneliness and jealousy. (y/n) tried to put her loneliness to good use, always volunteering to take the Christmas shift in place of her coworkers. To be completely honest, (y/n) didn’t know if this made her feel better or worse. On one hand, she was distracted by menial chores around the shop, cleaning the machines and organizing the counters. But she always felt supremely bitter. She watched families outside the windows, or the hassled gift giver, looking for a shop to buy a last minute present at, and she wished she could feel what they felt about this holiday. To be honest, (y/n) didn’t even know why the shop was open, in her four years, she’d only ever had one customer come in on the day, and they only wanted a gift card. So, (y/n) counted the minutes until she could run back to her apartment, shielding herself from the Christmas hustle. 5 hours. She tried busying herself with chores around the store, but she could hardly focus. She just wanted to go home. (y/n) moved to the back of the store, deciding to organize the back stock. There was no use watching the front anyway. (y/n) threw on some music, her favorite artist, and got to work, reorganizing the whole room. A few songs later, (y/n) was making progress, when she heard a faint jingling nose. She turned her song down a little bit, eyebrows furrowing. Literally no one should be up front? A few moments later, when she didn’t hear anything else she got back to work.  “Hello?” A quiet voice called. Now she was sure someone was here. Quietly cursing whoever had just come in, (y/n) turned off her music and hurried up front, to see probably the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. “Hi, how can I help you?” She managed out, moving closer to the counter. “I’m so sorry, are you guys open today? I saw your sign out front, so I wasn’t sure.” The man said. “Yes, we’re open. How can I help you?” She asked, trying to get over her initial shock. “Oh thank god, I’ve been everywhere.  I just need a place to set up and work. Oh, and if I could just get an iced coffee, that’d be wonderful.” He smiled, relieved. “Sure, that’ll be $5.36.” She answered, questions buzzing in her head. Why was he working on Christmas? Didn’t he have other things to be doing? He handed me his money and set his stuff down by the window, before coming back to the counter. “Is it always this quiet on Christmas?” He asked. “I’ve been working this shift for four years, and you’re the second person I’ve ever seen come in.” (y/n) said. “Oh Christ.” He laughed, and I couldn’t help but join in. “Yeah, it's typically pretty boring.” I laughed. “You’ve worked every Christmas for four years?” He asked, concern seeping into his voice. “My family doesn’t place much stock in celebrating Christmas. My mom works and my dad is always traveling. So, I always take this shift so my coworkers can go with their families.” She explained.  “That's really quite nice of you. I’m not huge on Christmas either. My family’s back in the United Kingdom, I never get time to go back to celebrate with them, even when I want to.” He said, and (y/n) felt her heart go out to this man.   “Well, theres always next year hopefully?” She chimed in, handing the man his coffee. “God, I hope so. Haven’t seen them in ages.” He said, graciously taking the coffee. “Oh, by the way, I never introduced myself. I’m Harry.” He stuck out a hand. “(y/n).” She replied. “Well, it is very nice to meet you.” He smiled. “So, why not just work from home on this day of joy?” She couldn’t help but ask. “Well, that was the plan, but my neighbors bloomin' tree fell on the power lines this morning, and cut my internet and all power. S’freezing at my apartment, and I really need to get work done, so I set out for a shop like yours. I would have just gone to a friends, but again, everyone is celebrating.” He sighed. “I get it. I get it really well, actually. I’ve never really liked Christmas, it was always very dull for me.” She sighed.  “How so?” Harry asked, gesturing me to come to his table and sit. Whats the harm? No one else is coming in anyway. Thus, a five hour conversation sparked about the meaning of Christmas, and our backstories, and everything (y/n) and Harry could possibly ever want to talk about. (y/n) felt a chemistry she hadn’t felt in ages between her and Harry, and she quickly discovered that she didn’t want him to go, so she kept bringing up new topics to keep him there. Harry, on the other hand, had completely lost interest in his work, his computer back in his bag, and seemed to be going no where in a hurry. After what felt like hours, Harry sat back. “You’re a very interesting person, (y/n).” He noted. “Well, only when I have a good conversation mate.” (y/n) found herself blushing. “Would you like to continue this conversation over dinner at my place? Neither of us have anywhere else to be, anyway.” Harry asked, propping his head on his elbows and looking up at (y/n), who suddenly felt very sweaty. “Yeah, I’d like that. I have to go home and change first.” She managed out after a long moment. “I think you look gorgeous in what you’re wearing already.” Harry said, quickly disguising a look of relief as a smile. “You’re a charmer, Harry, but these clothes are gross.” (y/n) managed a laugh. “Well, give me your number, and I’ll pick you up at 7 at your place then.” Harry said, brandishing his phone at (y/n), who’s fingers were shaking. She somehow managed to enter her number, and Harry sat back in relief.  “Well, maybe this Christmas won’t be so bad after all.” Harry laughed. 

a/n: EEK sorry about the ending, I never know how to end these things, I hope you enjoyed this little drabble!

baby came home - h.s.

based off of baby came home by the neighbourhood or where (y/n)’s boyfriend decides somethings not right about Harry and (Y/N)’s friendship warnings: angst, swearing word count: 1,262

“Haz, you’re the only person I’ll ever need in this life, I swear.” Harry’s best friend, (Y/N) had said, as he took her in after the hardest night of her life, four years ago.  “Well, you never have to worry. I’m never going anywhere. It’s you and I, to the end of the line.” Harry had said.  

The words almost seemed haunting as you climbed the steps to Harry’s front door for the last time. You knew you could still turn back. Knew that you could leave it all behind, just to stay with Harry. But it wasn’t possible, not anymore. You hesitated as you reached the front door, your body wanted to turn and run for the hills, run back to Robbie and tell him to fuck off right then and there, end it with him, and not Harry. But your brain couldn’t muster the strength. You and Robbie had been dating for about a year now, and you were infatuated, as was he. A day never passed where the two of you communicated. However, the same could be said about Harry. You had found Harry in a dark time of your life. Your ex boyfriend, Trevor, had been cheating on you for months, and on top of that, a struggling university student swamped in debt and uncertainty, your life was a mess. You met Harry at a party your roommate had dragged you too, and you two hit it off immediately. Since that day forth, 5 years ago, you and Harry have been joined at the hip. He helped you to confront Trevor, helped you study for your exams. And now, you’re leaving him. A deep sigh escaped from your lips, as you fought the burning ache in your throat. A shaky hand rose from your side and knocked lightly on his door. You prayed he didn’t hear it, that he was upstairs playing his guitar, or had fallen asleep. But, of course, sooner than you were prepared for, you heard footsteps on the other side of the door, and a few curse words as the lock jiggled. 

“(Y/N)! What are you doing ‘ere? I thought Mondays were date night. Are you okay?” He asked, his face lighting up at the sight of you. You couldn't do it. Couldn’t break his open heart. But you had to. For the man you saw your future with.  “Yeah, I’m okay.” You lied, unsmiling. “You can't lie to me. What is it? Did Robbie do something?” He asked. “No, he hasn’t done anything. We’re fine.” You said quietly.  “Then what is it? Come inside, it’s bloody freezing out there.” He said, opening the door wider to let you in. But you were frozen.  “I can’t.” You whispered. “You what?” Harry asked, his eyebrows furrowing.  “I can’t come in, because then I’ll never do this.” You whispered. Harry’s eyes registered fear. He was truly fearful of what you were saying. “(Y/N), please, come inside. You can tell me anything, I’ll do whatever you need.” He said, reaching for your arm. But you pulled back. “I know you would. That’s why this is so hard.” You said, tears threatening to spill. You forced them back, you couldn't cry. Not here, and not now.  “What are you doing?” He asked, and he looked so small in that moment. You felt like you were kicking a puppy, and you hadn’t even told him yet. You stole a deep breath, before speaking. “I can’t see you anymore.” You whispered.  “What? (Y/N), knock it off.” He said. “No. I can’t see you anymore. We can’t be together.” You said, your voice finding strength.  “Yes, we can. What is going on?” Harry said, and I saw the fear mixing with anger in his eyes. “It’s Robbie.” You said. “Are you choosing him over me?” Harry said, the pain seeping into his voice. “It’s not like that at all.” You protested. “Then what is it like, (Y/N)? Please enlighten me to your sudden change of heart.” He said, and the fury was evident in his eyes. You’d only seen Harry like this once in your whole friendship. He was so afraid and sad, that he’d gotten furious. Furious at everything, except (Y/N). She was there to calm him down, but now she was the one making him feel this way, and that knowledge was what pushed the tears past her eyes, spilling onto her cheeks.  “Robbie thinks we’re in love, and he won’t believe me that we’re not, and he says I can't see you anymore. Hazza, I want to see you so goddamn bad. But I see a future with Robbie, and I can’t throw that away.” You said, tears flowing freely down your face. “And what, you don’t see a future with me? We’ve been through it all, (Y/N), and you're throwing that away on a whim? On an I love you? What about the promises we made. The promises you made to me. ‘Harry, I’ll never leave you.’ ‘Harry, you’re all I need.’ ‘Harry, you’re my favorite person in the world, no one could ever replace you!’ Fucking lies?” He was yelling now. Harry never yelled at anyone, not just you. Tears were at his eyes too.  “Of course they weren’t lies, Harry! You are my favorite person! But I can't give up on this relationship. Robbie is probably the love of my life, and I want to be with him.” You cried. You didn’t even believe yourself at this point. It was a lie. As you said these words to Harry, you knew it was all a lie. Robbie wasn’t anything to Harry. And yet, it was too late. You’d made your choice, the wrong one.  “You’re throwing away everything we have, 5 years of trust, for ‘probably the love of your life.’" Harry’s voice broke, before he continued, “Did you even fight for me?” He whispered, no anger, no fear, just heartbreak evident in his voice.  “Of course. I’ve always fought for you.” You whispered back. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, even though your brain was running at a 100 miles a minute, screaming at you. And there the two of you were, both standing, stripped of all arguments, staring at each other, the tears flowing down your faces. Harry reached his hand out, and this time, you didn’t pull away. He pulled you to him and before your brain could register what was happening, his lips were on yours, wet and salty. All the thoughts in your mind stopped, and there was nothing but this. And your lips were moving against his, unconsciously melting into the kiss. It felt right. It felt so right. All your resolve vanished. It said everything you couldn't, and he told his story as well. On him you tasted five years of safety and love. After what felt like an eternity, he broke away. You were breathing, hard, but he seemed composed as ever. His tears were drying.  “I’ll miss you. Travel home safe.” He said, before closing his door gently in front of you. You allowed a single sob to escape your ice cold lips, before you turned, and walked away from his house, looking back as you reached the end of the street, met with nothing but stillness. 

So baby packed up all she had Promised to never come back She left me alone and without Skin I can study about Tiles get colder to touch Wood splinters, metal will rust But baby, she had all my trust And I guess that was never enough

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first piece here, if you want to learn more about my writing, check out my profile! I hope you guys enjoyed this, and if you want a part two/have any other requests for writing, please let me know!!!

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baby came home based off of baby came home by the neighbourhood or where (y/n)’s         boyfriend decides somethings not right about Harry and (Y/N)’s friendship

amore caffè (y/n) is stuck working at a coffee shop on Christmas, and Harry isn’t celebrating either

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