Losing Control [l.s]

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 HARRY'S POV

It's the middle of my shift, and this damn bakery is so packed that if I stay in here any longer, I swear I won't be able to breathe at all. My co-worker/bestie Niall comes out from the back room from his break and his eyes widen.

"My god," He breathes out, looking paler than usual.

"I know right, I need to stop forgetting my asthma pump. It's a good thing I'm working the counter today." I chuckled.

He pouted, realizing that it was his turn to serve tables, meaning he has to walk back and forth, which was always very tedious and annoying, especially when it was this busy.

"Can we switch, pleaseeeeee?" He begs, giving me puppy dog eyes. 

"Uhm, no sir, it's your day, and I don't feel like moving." I lightly scolded, hopping up on the side counter next to the register.

He whines, but mutters out a 'fine' and walks away with a pout on his face. I sighed but then smiled, hopping off the counter and facing the register again.

Out of my upwards peripheral I see a man walk up to the counter.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?" I asked him, still not looking up from the cash register, as I was busy counting the money I had to chart every hour.

"Can I get a Yorkshire tea?" The man asked.

I hummed, typing it into the system, "Anything else, sir?" I asked looking up, and I had to stop myself from drooling and fantasizing about the things I want him to do to me.

"No, that'll be all." He responded, looking me straight in the eyes, making me blush and avert my eyes to the tablet in front of me again.

"Okay, your order will be ready in a few minutes. You can stand over there to wait, or you can go find a table, but I doubt there are any open. Your number is on your receipt." I explained, handing him the receipt, pointing to the waiting area.

He walked to the area, and waited patiently for his tea. Yeah, I was watching him the whole time, what about it? He's fucking gorgeous and I want him to hit me with a damn truck.

"NUMBER 78, YOUR ORDER IS READY!" I announced, and the mysterious man walked up to the counter, grabbed his drink, and stopped.

"Thanks for the drink, princess." He winked, then walked out the door. 

My jaw was on the floor, and my eyes followed him to his car, which was.. A FUCKING LAMBORGHINI?! HOW THE FUCK DID HE AFFORD THAT??

I left work that day with nothing except that strange but sexy man on my mind.

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The next day, the man came back.

"Sir, can I get your name?" I asked him, but he just ignored me, pulling some cash out of his wallet.

He handed me the cash and chuckled, "You're a curious one, aren't you kitten?" He handed me the cash, and he made sure that his hand grabbed mine for a moment, in a dominant type way.

I couldn't help but notice how his hand was much bigger than mine, but it made sense since he was around 7 inches taller than me anyway, and I'm 5'7.

That might change though, we don't know, I'm only 17, I could have a massive growth spurt and turn into a fucking giraffe.

"Bye, kitten," He told me while starting to walk away.

"Wait!" I yelled, and he turned around. I hopped over the counter, and gave him a hug.

"I know I don't know your name, or anything about you, but I wanted to thank you for making there something to look forward to today, will you be back tomorrow?"

"Yes, I will Harry," He smiled down at me.

"Ok- wait, how do you know my name?" I asked, very confused at this point.

"Darling, I know anything I want to know, when I want to know it." He told me, and then let me go, and walked away.

I walked home that night, once again very confused, and shocked.

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Okay, I'm completely over it, this man has been in my mind for three days now.

I'd decided last night that no matter what, I was going to find out that man's name today. No. Matter. What.

A couple hours into my shift, he shows up.

"Hello, darling," He smirked at me, leaning over the counter to spin one of my almost shoulder length curls around his finger. I blushed, looking down. That seems to be almost all I do around him, get hot and bothered.

"If you're not going to tell me your name, then please stop." I sort of demanded but also sort of asked because this man radiated dominance and honestly was scared to try and match it, because I knew I would completely fail.

"Hm... How about I think about it princess, and let you know tomorrow, mkay?" He tried to reason with me.

"No. I want the decision now, or get out of here." I demanded, trying to have firmness in my tone, like my mother did when I was little. He chuckled at my statement, and sighed.

"Louis. Louis Tomlinson, love." He smirked at my reaction. I coughed on the cup of water that I was drinking.

"Like-like the Louis Tomlinson?" I questioned, completely shocked at what I was hearing.

He hummed, and my eyes widened more than they already had. I hopped over the counter and saw him smirk as his eyes looked over my body. I blushed, and looked away again.

"Bye, princess, I'll see you tomorrow." He told me, then bent down and kissed by cheek.

I held my cheek in awe and shock the whole way home, where something else was waiting for me.

Something bad.

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Hello again! 

I'm actually gonna try to keep a normal update schedule sort of.

956 words.

October 5, 2021

yuhhh.

What's gonna happen to Harry, huh?

I know, but i'm not telling you.

What're your thoughts on Harry's little 3 day journey on trying to find out Louis' name?