Oblivious [stylinson au]

3.1 ➳ The New Chef

3.1 ➳ The New Chef

“Pancakes with maple syrup and whipped cream and an English breakfast! Make it fast! These are our regular customers, don’t want to disappoint them!” Rebecca, the waitress of the small café informed the new chef.

  

It was the second day for the new chef, Harry Styles at the café called The Green Ivy. He got accepted for the job just after a day he had applied. It was always had been a dream of his to work in a café or a restaurant because he felt like he was at home whenever he’s near a stove and he just had the passion for culinary. It was impossible for a beginner like him to apply for a chef position at some fancy restaurant since he was lacked of experience so he thought starting in a small café would give him some of that.

“Sure, Rebecca!” chirped Harry with a grin. It was the first order of the day and he had been excited to cook something. He was told by the manager of The Green Ivy that his dishes were delicious so he wanted to know what the customers thought of the food he was serving.

As he hummed, he began preparing the ingredients. It was nice cooking for someone else besides himself. Before this, the only person he usually cooks for was Louis. Oh, Louis. When he remembered that name and the handsome person, he would feel as if there is a knife stabbing his chest.

  

“Harry! Work faster!” The waitress scolded Harry, causing him to regain his attention back to preparing the pancakes and English breakfast.

If Harry’s stuck with Rebecca during his working hours, he might have to invest in some earplugs because that twenty-seven year old lady had quite an annoying voice.

  

Once he finally finished preparing the food, he tapped the bell to signal Rebecca the food was ready. She gave him an insincere smile when she took the plateful of breakfast.

So far, it was going fine. Harry’s phone vibrated from the back pocket of his skinny jeans. He was told to put his phone in silent mode at all times when he’s working because the manager dislikes the workers who busy themselves with their gadgets.

  

It was a call from a friend of his. He shouldn’t be answering it since he’s at work but there were no costumers to cook for so he pressed the answer button.

“Hey, Niall! How’s cold London town, huh?” greeted Harry, lips curling into a smile even though Niall wasn’t there to see it.

“Uh, Harry . . . It’s nice to hear that you’re happy. By the way, congratulations for getting the job! I knew you wanted the job so bad!”

Harry smiled as he leaned comfortably against the metal kitchen counter, “Thanks, Ni. So, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, you know . . . just uh, going out partying and stuff . . .” Niall trailed off.

“Niall, I know there’s something more important than that that you want to tell me.” Harry was Niall’s best friend, he knew too well about the blond. It was strange to hear Niall hesitating in his sentences because that was definitely not in his nature. “You can tell me, pal.”

“Promise me, you won’t kill me.”

“Well, it depends on what exactly did you do.”

“ItoldLiamthatyou’reinLAandIthinkLiamtoldLouisaboutit.”

“Whoa, slow down.” Harry said as he stood up straight, “Say it again?”

Harry heard Niall taking a deep breath before repeating his sentence, “I told Liam that you’re in LA and I think he told Louis.”

“You do know, LA is a huge place. There’s no way he’ll know where exactly am I.” The curly headed stated casually, “Besides, why would he even bother coming here? He’s happy with Eleanor now. I won’t be surprised if Eleanor is my replacement in the flat.”

“Um, I might have slipped the location you’re living at.” Niall replied quietly although it was clear to Harry’s ears.

“Niall, what the fuck?” Harry yelled into the phone. His eyes caught Rebecca’s irritated look from the cash register. So he lowered his voice as he continued, “You’re kidding me, right?!”

“I’m really sorry, Harry.”

“Niall, the reason I went away was because I wanted to move on from Louis. Now, he’s probably going to find me.”

“But you did say, he’s happy with Eleanor.” The blond mentioned, “and he probably won’t bother himself to come and visit you.”

Harry sighed deeply as his fingers massaged his temples lightly, “I . . . I gotta go.”

He’s not going to come to LA. Why would he come here? He has a girlfriend. I’m just a friend of his for a year. I’m nothing but just a friend. Relax, Harry. The curly headed tried to calm himself with words of reassurance. Once he wasn’t worrying over the subject anymore, he faked a smile and faced Rebecca’s direction. “Anymore orders, Becca?”

“Call me Becca, again and I’ll poke your eye with my pen.” threatened the black haired woman.

Harry’s surely will have a great time working here.

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Here’s some insight of Harry’s life. I’ll give more details in the next chapter. Sorry, I delayed the update for two days. I wanted to update last night before I go to bed but wattpad was having technical difficulties so yeah. 

Next update will be on Friday, hopefully. In the mean time, comment away and vote as well! We’re reaching 800 votes :D