The so called Routine

part 2

Since Harry has memory he has liked to cook, maybe it’s because he has lived his whole life with two women, and his mom loved to experiment in the kitchen, trying something new almost every day, and well his sister Gemma was awful at cooking but she always tried, going by something like “if you want to get to a man’s heart you have to go through his stomach” or something like that… So, growing up in this house has had some effect on him, he started helping his mum at the age of 10 and by his 11th birthday he started with his own little experiments, so it’s not that weird that at his 16 years he became an assistant at the local bakery, owned by a cute little old woman that totally loved him, he was good at this, and he loved it, so he decided to make this his life’s choice.

Harry finished school, and with 18 years he leaves his home town, Holmes Chapel, inspired by some scholarship at some University in London, he was going to make real his life choice, so he started it getting said scholarship to study to be a Chef, he worked hard to get this, he doesn’t want to be a burden for his mom his whole life, so he has to make his dreams become true by his own, not depending on her, and it worked awesomely. By the second month he was living in there he has managed to own his own flat, well dividing it with a roommate, -a cool guy named Niall, that has been his first friend since he moved, he met him the first day of uni and become instantly friends, Niall was starting a new life on his own too,  so after they conclude that living at the uni’s dorm was awful they decide that it was better to get their own flat- and has got a work on a café, as a waiter, it was really small but warm and cute looking, so Harry felt in love with it and presented himself for the job. Harry actually is very charming, so after two week of working there he convinced his boss to let him help in the kitchen, and after they became aware of his talents the café started to serve a lot of Harry’s specialties, one of them being his cinnamon rolls.

It was a normal afternoon, just three clients have made their way into the café, a cute old couple and girl that seems to be really concentrated on his books, a lot of them spread all over the table, as she drinks her coffee, and then, then everything changed, the door opens making the little bell at it sounds, and harry lift his head from the counter he has been cleaning and looks for the future client, and Oh My God, it was a mistake, he should have kept himself cleaning the damn counter, never looking up,  because there, in the middle of the shop, looking for a table that he would like, was the most beautiful person Harry’ve seen in his whole life, this boy was like a dream, with his slim figure, his leather jacket, his fancy quiff just so tall and perfect standing on his head, hair black and shinny as the night, skin tanned, that kind of skin people work for, but there he was, having that color naturally, forearms visibly and covered by tattoos, and to complete that hot bad boy look, a cigarette trapped behind his ear… after what seems like ages of Harry staring at him –but probably just was like a minute or two- the boy made his way to the table, the one at the bottom just next to the window, and Harry must have looked like a creep because there was Louis, his work partner –his friend really, because he hates Harry calling him work partner- looking at him with an amused expression, so Harry just wakes himself up from his trance and made his way to where the beautiful guy was sitting.

“Hi! I’m Harry, what can I do for you?” oh, the things that I actually can do for you…oh! Shut up Harry! Yeah, because Harry actually is weird enough to have conversations with himself on his head.

“hi, uhm.. Harry, uhm, I want a uhm..cinamon roll and a cappuccino, please” he answers as he looks up at Harry, looking all cute with his big brown eyes and ridiculously long eyelashes, a little blush on his cheeks, a shy smile.. and Oh God, what the hell? How can someone that looks like this be shy? C’mon! This really was ruining Harry’s life.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll bring it to you really soon” And he smiles, wide and dimples showing, and he swears he saw the boy’s cheeks getting redder.