Sidemen//Oneshots

Latté. Simon X Harry.

"One Iced Caramel Brûlé Latte for Harry!" The worker calls, placing a straw into the beverage. "That's me! Thanks a lot!" A young male, Harry, beamed. The dirty blonde waved a goodbye to the worker and happily sat down in the corner booth, pulling a mac laptop out of his knapsack.

The barrista hummed, watching the young adult for a second longer before going back to work. "You know, it's weird to stare at customers Simon." Simons co-worker, and friend, Tobi teased. "Knock it off. I wasn't staring."

Another day went by and the same man showed up asking for the same drink. "Hello! One Venti iced Caramel Brûlé Latte please!" "That'll be four dollars and seventy five cents. And your Name?" "Of course," the excited man handed the change ", my name is Harry." The dark haired worker nodded her head into the direction of the waiting line. Harry made his way over.

The young male pretended to look at his phone but was really scouting out the back counter for the worker he likes, Simon, sadly he wasn't there.

Harry's mood dropped a little as he made his way to the counter upon hearing his name. "Excuse me? Do you know where the usual worker is?" "Who? Simon?" The boy who was serving him the drink asked in confusion, a head tilted. His name tag read 'Tobi' Harry nodded awkwardly, a hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it. "Yes. He usually serves me my latté and adds a design with the caramel...not to sound fussy but I've grown to expect it." Tobi smiled, quickly taking the from back.  "Please, give me a second sir."

The dark skinned male disappeared behind the sea of co-workers. It was a few minutes before he returned with a familiar tall blonde. Said blonde gave a lopsided grin to Harry, leaning onto the counter until he was comfortable. "What design would you like today, Harry?" "Surprise me?" He chuckled, his brown locks shaking with his heads movements. "One moment."

Simon grabbed a cup and began to remake the iced Caramel brûle latté. Near the end he created a few small hearts with caramel over top of the whip cream. He passed it to Harry. "I love it as always." Harry smiled, looking down at the drink. "Hey, Harry? Reckon I could get your number? Then we can discuss your lattés even when not at my work." As Simon was rambling, Harry took out a black pen from his pocket.

"Hold out your hand."  Simon did. Harry gently took hold of the slender fingers and turned the hand over until it was palm up. Harry wrote his number onto the patch of skin between wrist and thumb.

"See you next Monday, Simon." Harry grinned, sticking out his tongue along with the raise of two fingers.

As the brunet left the café, Simon released a sigh and slipped down the counter until he was sat on the clean floor. "Fuck me that was hard." Tobi laughed and patted his friends shoulder. "Fucking finally you two talked. Only took 2 months of innocent flirting." Simon scoffed at Tobi but didn't try and go against him.