Fade 》h.s

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"I don't know what color to dye my hair next", I sighed. "This is horrible." I dye my hair every 3 months, and by now, I've dyed my hair almost every single color. 

"Maybe take a break from all the hair dying? Your hairs going to fall out", my mom joked.

I glared at her as I tied my hair into a ponytail. My mom owned a bakery, and made me work in it every weekend.

I don't really know why, I mean she can just hire a different employee rather than wasting my weekend to work here.

I love my mom, I really do, but I hate working here.

The only benefit of having this job is getting money. Well, and spending time with my mom. And spotting cute guys.

Especially my co-worker, Harry.

He and I have talked a couple of times, but not because we wanted to.

"Hon, can you go call Harry for me? I need help lifting these. "

Speaking of which, here comes one of those times.

"Harry", I called out, walking into the back room. His head popped out from around the corner and gave me a dimpled smile.

It reminded me of our "group employee photo". We were right next to each other, and right when the camera man snapped the photo, he started poking my dimples. I was quite angry at the time, but the picture did turn out cute.

"My mom needs help with lifting, would you mind helping?"

"Oh sure, I'll be right out", he replied. I nodded and made my way back to the cash register.

"Where was he?" My mom asked. I smirked, "He was in the back room, I think he was wanking or something."

"Melissa!" She scolded. Harry walked into the room with a smirk on his face. "Yes, Ms. Jones I was definitely wanking." My mom's eyebrows furrowed, "You young people are so disgusting."

"Oh come on, Mom. It's not all of us! It's people like Harold!" Harry glared at me. "At least I don't dance around in the break room to all time low."

"Okay, in my defense, All Time Low is great. You can't resist dancing to it", I laughed doing a little dance move.

"Oh my god", Harry chuckled, picking up one of the boxes. "Where do you want these to go, boss?"

"The truck outside. And I told you to call me Ella." Harry smiled and walked over to the truck. "Where are you even taking those?" I asked her.

"We're donating them, I don't need them, and I don't want to throw them away. They're new."

"Yay, we're doing charity!" My mom shook her head at me and lifted another box to the truck.

A woman that looked about 25 walked into the bakery, giving me a small smile. "Hello", I said politely. "Hello, honey. Can I get a chocolate cupcake? I heard you guys had the best here."

I smiled, "Thank you." I got up from my stool and slid the glass door open. I took one of the tongs and picked a cupcake out. "Thank you, 

and by the way, you and that curly haired boy are very cute together. Are you dating?"

I almost choked on my own saliva. "No, m'am, just co-workers."

She frowned, "Well I had a co-worker too, I worked at a grocery store when I was 16. He's my husband now", she said, walking out with a smirk on her face.

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Hi ok this is my new harry fic and hopefully you guys like it lol