Harith x Harley one shots

Babysitting

A/n: For non-Filipino readers this short story contains a bit of tagalog-english grammar.

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I'm broke.

Harley Noel Vance, a second year college student, Bachelor of Science in architecture, is at the verge of collapsing on the piles of drafts and ruined plates he made.

Apparently, the boy had been dying to go out and spend some singles on dozens of shit on his wish list. According to his wallet, the only thing he could afford so far is the billion count of molecules in air.   

His part-time job at the restaurant down town was close due to personal issues of the owner and his wife. Let's just say, they're marriage was at the same situation as Harley in his college life— collapsing.

Anyway,

He planned on working, instead, in the large coffee shop near his University. Unfortunately for him, that shop was run by his college crush, Harith Felix Rodriguez-Villanueva and his brothers.

Rumors has it, that Harith is the owner of the shop. There were many speculations to those rumors, only to be confirmed by word coming from the subject himself. Stating the shop /is/ under his name.

For all Harley knows, the coffee shop was, and still is, a successful business the brothers ran since 2021. And continues to escalate over time. Thanks to their amazing skills in business management and organization but, mostly due to their charisma, visuals, and smooth talking.

The Rodriguez-Villanueva's have a lot up their sleeves. 'Oh' to be /that/ filthy-rich.

Funny how the broke-ass boy knows a lot about his "happy crush". Mainly because he's the type to be all ears when it comes to fresh and hot tea.

Going back,

Harley Spent his excess time on searching for small jobs to take on. He situated himself on a public group in Facebook. Composed of broke college students like him who were also looking for a job to scrape some money. 

Several minutes go by yet no decent jobs were looking for part-timers. At this point, he might as well join a strip club. He'll definitely earn more and live more with stripping than architecture.

Jokes aside, Harley gave himself some time off. Leaving him droopy all because he has no luck in searching for a job at the moment. Sighing defeatedly, he messaged his friends and rant about the situation. Mostly, cussing his boss's cheating wife for creating such a fuss. He wouldn't be young, dumb, and broke by now.

In the end, his friends got fed up with the ranting. Ruby suggested to play their favorite stress relieving game. Mobile legends.

Honestly, the game just got them even more flared up.

Because of the depressing number of losses. Harley's bestfriends decided to call it quits. Can't blame them, players have been hella toxic and he couldn't agree more.

Switching his screen from the previous game to another: Call of Duty. Harley played solo this time. There was one thing that he didn't ran out of luck on and that's COD for ya!

Hours passed, a chain of wins was unbreakable which set Harley's mood to a lighter note.

As the round was about to end with another win. A rain of notifications pampered his screen. What's worse, he was in a middle of clutch moment and a tied score against the enemies. One versus one with the last standing opponent. He immediately swiped away the notifications just to meet the painful display of defeat on his screen.