Bakery Boy

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

For the next few days, all that you can think about is Harry.

His dimples, his deep voice, his amazing eyes, and ughhh.

Your friend Perrie keeps trying to call you, but you can't talk. Your homework and your daydreams about Harry are keeping you occupied.

Finally, it's Saturday. Your mum fusses over your outfit. She knows you're going out with Harry, thanks to Barbara.

"NO NO NO FIONA YOU LOOK LIKE A HOMELESS WOMAN!!!" she shouts. "YOU HAVE CURVES! USE THEM!!"

After trying on all of your "homeless" outfits, your mum tsks her tongue and brings a few dresses from her wardrobe. One of them catches your eye immediately. It's a plain black dress that is about knee length, with a scoop neck.

Your mum grimaces when she sees it, but you know it looks good when you put it on. Even your mum has to admit that it flatters you.

With reddish blonde hair and fair skin, the black dress makes you glow. And it slims you down, accentuating your curves even more.

When Harry shows up, he grins broadly. "Wow, erm, you look beautiful!"

You giggle nervously as you see your mum freaking out out of the corner of your eye. Harry notices with another grin.

"Lets get going, shall we?" He opens the passenger door and lets you in.

As you're driving off, you realize that you have no idea where you're going. Harry refuses to tell you.

About 10 minutes later, you pull up to a fancy restaurant. You gasp. "Wow, this is beautiful!!!"

The waiter sees Harry and beckons you over to a corner table. Harry sees your confused look and explains. "I, erm, used to work here."

"Why don't you anymore?"

Harry's smile turns to a dark frown. "I, erm--"

"Voila! Your bread, monsieur and madame." The waiter saves Harry from saying any more, and Harry looks relieved.

The waiter asks, "Drinks?"

You're surprised when Harry orders wine.

"Fake ID." He winks.

You decide on some lemonade, and are horrified when a whole bottle of wine comes out, and Harry tells the waiter to keep all of it. You keep your mouth shut, though.

"So Harry," you start. "Tell me a little about yourself!"

"Well, erm, I was born here, but my mum and dad divorced when I was little... My dad moved to Ireland and married a woman there, and my mum passed away a few years ago..."

You frown. "I'm sorry, Harry..."

He takes a huge gulp of wine. "It's ok..."

As you're telling him about yourself, you notice that he's almost done with the wine bottle.

When you're done with lunch, Harry tries to stand, but can't.

"*burp* I can do it, Fiona, just let me try...*burp*"

After much effort, the waiter helps Harry up and puts him in the passenger seat. You drop Harry off at the bakery, furious, and head home.

At home, your mum notices your expression. She smells you. "Fiona Marie! Have you been drinking?"

"No mum, it's-- never mind."

You run up to your room and burst into tears. That was the worst date ever.