Reposted by: pieceofpaperlyinghere on tumblr (this one shot is originally from fanfiction.net)

Posted on: January 26, 2014

Description: AU where Taylor is an aspiring songwriter, working as a coffee girl at a Nashville arena where 1D are playing.

Official Link: https://pieceofpaperlyinghere.tumblr.com/post/74499854987/haylor-one-shot-coffee

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"I'm sorry," she kept saying as he followed her through the hallway.

"It's okay, I swear," Harry said.

"I've only been working here for a week and I've already spilled coffee on someone. Fantastic," she muttered, speeding up her pace.

"I'm sure you'll do fine after this," Harry said in an attempt to comfort her, walking faster to keep up with her.

"You'll have a brilliant... coffee-pouring career."  She laughed scornfully.

"I'll be gone from here as soon as possible. This is just an in between-job."

They arrived at the bathroom door, and she pulled him into the ladies room. He thought it better not to protest.

"Yeah? What would you like to do after this?"

"I'm a songwriter," she sighed as she took a handkerchief and held it under the flowing tap.

"Really?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"My previous record label didn't want to let me do my own thing, you know. So I walked out."

"You walked out?" His eyes widened. 

"Mmh-mmh," she mumbled as she bent down and started feverishly cleaning his jumper.

"I can do that myself, you know," he said as he reached for the hankie.

He touched her hand as he took it and suddenly, he found his face at the same height as hers. Her navy eyes were wide as they stayed like that for a few seconds before they both straightened up again. 

"I... I'm Taylor, by the way," she said, breaking the silence.

"Nice to meet you, Taylor," he said.

"I'm Harry."  She nodded, as they studied each other awkwardly.

"Maybe... maybe you could write with us sometime," he offered.

He wasn't going to let this be the last time they crossed paths - even though he didn't really know why.   Her eyes lit up like a kiss of fire and powder. Harry didn't know why that poetic simile suddenly popped into his head. 

"Are you serious?" She gasped.

"Of course. It'll be fun," he said as he smiled at her.

"Yeah, fun," she nodded breathlessly, even though she obviously thought that the word didn't quite cover it.

"Tonight, after the concert, maybe? We usually get pizza after a gig and jam for a bit," he said.

"Sure," she said nervously.

"See you after the show, Taylor," he said and he turned around, shooting her one more electric smile as he walked away.