Just a Baker

Chapter 1

Warning: Bad grammar and mistakes lol

Harry's POV:

I have worked in a bakery since I was 16. I enjoy it because it calms me. I love seeing people happy and chatting, and there is a perfect amount of repetitiveness as well and new things every day. I love hanging with my best friends Liam and Niall as we sell baked goods and hot drinks, but today I am going to be all alone. Or at least for a while.

A week ago my manager, Susan, got a request to have the bakery used as the set for an upcoming rom-com. It's supposed to be "the next best thing," and she got paid to go on a 2-week vacation to Hawaii so she couldn't pass it up.

Yesterday, we spent the whole day cleaning. We scrubbed the floors, swept, cleaned out the pantry and the storage closet. My hands are raw from the bleach, but I can't relax because I still have to work!

My manager gave everyone a vacation except for me because I have been here the longest. The film company asked for one employee to stick around and be a background character. They would help teach the actor for the leading role how everything works, and have a few lines here and there.

I wake up and put on some black skinny jeans and a white shirt with bright Hawaiian flowers on it, only bothering to button the bottom two buttons, my tattoos on display (😏). I put on my brown boots and run my fingers through my shoulder length curly hair. I consider doing something with it, but five extra seconds of thinking about it and I get lazy so I just run downstairs, grab my things and drive to work. 

When I get there it's 7 AM so I change into a T-shirt with our logo on it and start to open up. Or not really, I guess. We can't have customers while the crew is here, there'll be actors instead, but I have to make it look like any regular day. 

I get everything ready and am bored so I pull out my song writing note-book and dance around trying to come up with lyrics. You see, I've always wanted to be a singer. It makes me happy because I can make others happy and it's a good way to express myself. 

My Dad wanted me to be a business man so when I told him, he got mad at me and said he wouldn't help with anything. My mom got mad at him for this to she divorced him and helps me whenever she can. She wants me to be happy.

I got this job to help save up money to go to University and study music, but at the speed I'm going I'll be 35 before that happens.

I look down at the bandana wrapped around my left wrist. My mom gave it to me to wear, to show she will always be there with me. She knows I like to wear them in my hair while I work to keep my hair out of my face, but I prefer this one on my wrist for other reasons.

I reach up to the bandana in my hair right now and scowl when I feel that my hair is already falling out and in my face. I don't have time to fix it though because it's 8 and the crew is supposed to be here at 9.

I realize I forgot to unload the dishwasher so I start doing that. I pile everything in a black bin and start carrying it to the the back room because they are all extra, when I hear the bell ring for the door. With my back to it I can't see who it is, but it's too early to be the crew. I assume it must be a customer so I yell, "Sorry we're closed!" But as I walk back I realize I couldn't have been more wrong.

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