warm bread - Larry Stylinson AU

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The door opens, sounding the ring of a bell and Harry's head turns around in an instant. A boy walks towards the counter with his head down, looking at his phone. Harry fiddles with the back of his apron as he prepares to serve him.

"Hello, how may I help you?" Harry says, smiling.

The boy looks up and his bright blue eyes lock with Harry as he bites his lip, concentrating.

"Uh, could I get a loaf of break? Preferably warm, please." The boy says.

"I'll have to go get a fresh batch out of the oven, it will take a minute, is that alright?" Harry says.

"Alright." The boy says, looking back down at his phone.

Harry bites his lips and nods as he walks to the back of the store. He goes to grab the tray of freshly backed bread and without thinking, he grips the edges tightly.

"Ouch!" Harry yells in his thick British accent as he throws his burnt hands in the air.

The tray hits the floor, causing the loafs to fly onto the floor.

"Crap, crap, crap!" Harry says, running to the sink.

Harry runs his hands under the cold water, sinking his teeth into his lip.

"You alright?" A voice startles Harry.

Harry goes bright red in the face, he couldn't believe he forget that the boy was there.

"I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, I forget the tray just came out of the oven and I burnt my hands and I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to, I'm-" Harry says and he doesn't dare to turn around and look at the boy.

"It's fine, here let me come help you." The boy says as he walks around the counter and over to Harry.

Harry turns around in a panic, cheeks red and his curls falling in front of his face.

"Oh no! It's fine, really! It's my fault anyway, I'm sorry." Harry says, his hands in the air.

"You oughta stop apologising." The boy says, smirking.

"I just..." Harry says, looking around his feet at the ruined bread.

"Why isn't anyone else around here? How old are you?" The boys says, frowning.

"I'm seventeen, I take the shifts every Sunday." Harry says.

"Seventeen? Hmm... What's your name?" the boys asks, stepping closer.

"Harry." Harry says, brushing a curl from his eyes with his arm.

"Your hands are really red, look sore, you alright Harry?" The boys says.

"Oh.. yeah, I'm fine. Thanks-" Harry pauses hoping to find out the boys name.

"Louis." The boys says as he takes a step closer to pick up the tray.

"Thanks Louis." Harry says.

Louis places the tray on the bench and dusts his hands.

"You don't have to do that." Harry says.

Louis ignores Harry and continues to clean up the mess, harry grabs a broom and pushes and sweeps the bread and crumbs to the corner and walks back over to Louis.

"Thank you for your help, do you want me to heat up some more bread?" Harry says, ashamed.

"Nah love, you should get some ice on that.." Louis says and grips Harry's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. This makes Harry's cheeks bright red.

"... See you around." Louis says as he turns around and walks out the door.

Harry stands there frozen until the door closing causes the bell to ring and Harry smiles.

Harry cleans up the mess and puts ice on his hands just as the mysterious boy instructed. Harry really did hope he saw him around.