The Awkward Meetings Between Two Acquaintances

Summary: Title says all. Pudd. Warning: very cute and very cotton candy fluffly. Also be warned that Pudd awkwardness is very cute especially since we all know that shy!Dougie is simply adorable. You have been warned.

A/N: I thought of this before I went to bed. Written May 19, 2013.

A/N 2: So there's been a lot of drama in the archive lately... like, where'd all the fluff go? *sigh* This is the fashion world all over again. Instead of fun, cute, and fluffly, it's action and drama... not that I have a problem with that it's just that I don't think my heart can take much more of a beating. So I bring y'all this! I actually wasn't supposed to post it yet but I'm pretty sure a few friends of mine and/or fellow authors could really use the 'pick-me-up'. So I hope y'all enjoy!

Snow Rain, a Cuppa and Daily Routines

Dougie was that type of special person. For instance, he doesn't just stop at snow. He says 'snow rain', it was a habit, originating from his childhood when his brain was developed enough to process a full memory. He was around five. He remembered waking up, freezing cold. It was around eight in the morning when Dougie watched as the frozen flakes fell to the sparkling blanket. His first thought,

"What's wrong with the rain?" His parents looked at each other then at Dougie, confused. They were in the breakfast nook. Dougie's mum preparing breakfast and his father sipping on a cup of strong black coffee whilst reading the newspaper. Dougie had run down the stairs to ask the question he had on his mind.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" His mother asked, her eyes looking at Dougie, skillfully not letting the food burn.

"Look outside! The rain it's white and it's... white." His parents took a moment to realize what he meant. They giggled.

"Technically it's not rain, Dougs, it's snow. It's like rain but it's colder and frozen." Dougie's father explained.

"It's rain but it's not rain?"

"I suppose." Dougie nodded and went to the living room to watch the Saturday cartoons. He grabbed the remote and turned on the television just as his mother finished breakfast.

"Snow rain..." Dougie simply whispered. His attention brought back to Tom and Jerry.

Now he's in an apartment, it's the middle of December. Waking up to the same cold, he's surprised he hasn't died of hypothermia yet. He shoves his face into his lumpy pillow and pulls the thin blanket around himself. He tries the envision the dream he was just dreaming in his head but failing miserably. He remembers from his teenage years that dreaming is only subconscious. So if you try to re-envision one, you'll probably fail and wake yourself up even more. Dougie, frustrated, sits up and rubs his face. He slaps his cheeks a couple of times to wake himself. He sighs and looks around his crappy, two room apartment. It's a habit of his, fearing that someone had come in during the night and had stolen something... or worse.

Dougie pushes himself off of his bed and trudges to his dresser. Opening a drawer full of clothes old and slightly new. He lazily prompted on wearing an an off-white and pink jumper under a dark grey coat and a pair of old black jeans. He puts them on, deciding to skip the morning shower and go straight to work at the Starbucks across the street. Breakfast was there too, because who needs home breakfast when you can just nick something at Starbucks? Surely Giovanna won't mind, she's generous like that plus not a lot of people work at the Starbucks he works at so it's just fine. Dougie tugs his door open and walks out, he locks and closes the door behind him walks down the hallway to the stairs leading to the lobby. Once he is outside, he turns left walks down the street to the first intersection and makes a right, crossing the street. And he's there. Oh, the joys of only walking three minutes to work, especially when you're Dougie Poynter.

Before entering the building, Dougie takes a moment to breathe in the significance that is snow. "Actually, snow rain..." Dougie smiles to himself. Sweet, shy, child-like Dougie. Then he feels someone tug at the back of his coat and then he feels himself being dragged to the inside of the cafe. He inwardly chuckles. "Good morning to you too Giovanna."

"You're late." Giovanna states. Dougie pulls away from Giovanna's soft grip to glance at the nearest clock, 7:19. He is late he usually gets here at 7:15. He looks at Giovanna who is smiling and he starts to smile too. It's a small, silly joke they know. If Dougie arrives later than 7:15 by a few minutes (his normal arrival time) Giovanna will just simply say, "You're late.". Elementary, silly, and yet annoying to others, but that's how children are.

Dougie makes his way to the kitchen where he takes off his coat and puts on his apron, he has privileges for being friends with the manager, you get to wear what ever you want as long as there's an apron over it. He goes back out to take his place at the register and finds his name tag there. Puzzled he looks at Giovanna who is heading into the back, he gives a questioned look and Giovanna sighs.

"You dropped it last night." He sheepishly grins and pins it onto his apron then looks up to see a man standing there... since when?

"Oh! Sorry, sir. I didn't see you there I just found my name tag here and... it was quite puzzling y'know." The blue-eyed man nods and takes out a notepad and a pen. He scribbles something down and places it on the counter along with some bills, enough for a nice, hot cuppa. Dougie picks the note up and reads it out loud. "Sore throat, can't speak. A medium cuppa will be nice, please." Dougie looks at the man who has his face buried in his dark blue scarf, probably in embarrassment. He smiles sympathetically at the brown-haired man.

"Sure thing mate. Nothing to be embarrassed about." Dougie smiles. "Can I ask for your name please?"

The man nods, a smile growing on his face as well. He takes his pen and notepad out once again and scribbles down his name. He tears it out of the spiral bound book and hands it to Dougie. Dougie holds the piece in his hands and glances at the man who is now averting Dougie's gaze, he brings his attention to the paper with the name written on it. He reads. "Harry."

A/N 3: So does anyone remember Tasteful Parisian Pastries? A one-shot from Centennial Lovers? I kind of evolved that concept to make this, it's still Dougie and Harry, it's still a cafe. Unfortunately, Dougie's not as cynical, Harry's not a college jock, and they're not in Paris but I hope you all enjoyed this anyway. Chapter 2 coming soon and review please!