Harry Styles Blurbs (Reader Insert)

Routine

He follows the routine he's mastered to a tee over the past 6 years as he shuts the car door and fumbles with the keys in his pocket to lock it with a beep.

Head down, hands in his pockets, don't engage.

It's still fairly early in the morning, with the cold morning chill lingering in the air as he shuffles towards the pay-as-you-go parking meter and jabs at the cold metal with his fingers.

Once it beeps in affirmation, he steps onto the sidewalk and makes his way towards the familiar smoothie shop. It's a quaint little place, especially at this time of the morning. A shop that reminded Harry much of the bakery back home in Cheshire. A small, close knit staff that always gave him a beaming smile and never pushed him for more than they would with a regular customer. Although they were well aware of who exactly their regular visitor was.

It was rare that he wasn't papped, well, anywhere. But the smoothie shop was the one place he hadn't been managed to be tracked down to- and for that he was beyond grateful.

It had become sort of a routine, an early morning workout followed by a smoothie, long before anyone was up in the bustling town of LA. A relaxed sit back before the sun made it's appearance and the day was well on its way.

And although the smoothies were delicious, they weren't all that kept him coming back. He liked having a secluded place in his new hometown. A secret of his own. It was rare, and it was something he cherished.

He hadn't run into a single fan at the shop either; not that he would rejoice over it. He loved them, and that was something that would never change- but he couldn't help but relish in the fact that he hadn't stumbled across a set of starstruck wide eyes accompanied with a meek raise of their phone.

He pulls the door open to the shop and is instantly greeted by the organic smell of it. The walls are painted a light shade of yellow, not too bright but more welcoming than you'd think.

The old lady behind the counter with a pink apron on looks up and smiles warmly at him as he takes his hood off and heads towards the counter.

"Hi darling. Your usual?" She asks with a crinkled smile as she moves towards the blenders along the back wall.

"That'd be lovely, thank yeh," Harry replies with a dimpled grin.

The old fashioned sentiment was something the lady had used for Harry from the day he had first shuffled into the little shop. It reminded him of home, of the way he felt people should address each other- with kindness and affection. It wasn't something you came across often in Los Angeles.

He crosses his ankles and leans back against the wall as he watches her add his familiar ingredients to the blender: a healthy serving of kale and just the slightest touch of coconut.

She pushes the top on the blender before she turns back to him, "Paper should be on one of the tables."

"Right, thank yeh," he replies with a laugh.

She's well aware of his routine too.

He turns as the blender switches on and scans the shop, looking for the paper when he realizes that he's not the only customer there.

There's a girl in the far corner booth, obliviously tucked away with her lip caught between her teeth as her concentrated eyes scan across the cluttered table top. She's got headphones on and a pair of glasses sitting squarely on her face, pen twirling in her fingers and the other hand lifting a paper to find the one she's looking for.

Harry tilts her head at her in interest, watching her as she continues. She's lifting papers and tossing them aside after a quick scan, eyes wild and narrowed on her pursuit. She lifts the big text book that's sitting to her right and runs her finger along the side of it, feeling for any pages that are sticking out.