Polaroids & Memories

First date ~ 4

I felt like the ending kinda sucked but I'll probably re write it later. Tell me what you think about it in the end.

Enjoy the chapter!

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( Harry's POV )

"So who did you see earlier today?" Mum ask.

We're in the back of the bakery, cleaning the ovens after dinner. I'm cleaning the big one, while she's cleaning the small one.

Easy job I guess.

"Ahh... Just someone." I say nervously.

"Someone? Who?" She stops scrubbing the oven with a sponge and turns to looks at me.

"Just..um..a boy." I continue to scrub the oven faster.

I just want this done and get out of here.

"A boy?" She looks at me surprised. Eyes wide open and eyebrows shot up.

"Yeahhh...his name is Louis."

"Oh. Do you like him?" She continues to clean.

I begin to blush. Cheeks red as tomatoes.

"Aww. You do like him, darling." She throws the sponge in the oven and grabs my cheek and pinches it.

I don't like him. Do I? I mean I think he's a nice guy and everything. Although he is a little strange but he is cute.

"I-I-I mean I guess so. I'm not sure." I say quietly.

"Well I'm sure he's a fine lad, Harry."

I smile thinking about him. "Yeah, he sure is." I whisper.

We continue cleaning, finishing up the ovens and cleaning up the cookie trays next.

It's about 12 am when we finish.

"Good night mum." I say to her and go to my room.

The next day I wake up in the late afternoon. Luckily there's no school today.

I look at the clock on the bedside table.

1:35 pm

Hmm... Louis should be there already.

I take the covers off of me and go to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I change into a white shirt and black skinny jeans, and wear my brown boots.

I take my small notebook, pen and wallet from the top of my dresser and stick it in my back pocket.

I leave my room and go to the kitchen to find my sister, Gemma, making lunch.

"Well guess who's finally up." She grins.

"You're lucky you didn't have to clean the whole effing bakery."

She sticks out her tongue at me. I go to the breakfast bar. Sitting on the middle stool. Gemma is in front of me making a sandwich.

"Soooo...mum told me about this boy named Louis." She grins at me and gives me a wink.

I lay my forehead on the cool breakfast bar. Ugh why did she have to tell her.

"Tell me about him, Harry!"

I start to lightly hit my head on the bar. "Just kill me now, please."

"Are you embarrassed? Is that it?"

I blush. "No."

"Is he your boyfriend?"

I stop. Boyfriend? I mean he's my friend, whose a boy. So I guess he's a boy friend.