The perks of being the: BAKER'S BOY [ COMPLETED ]

Chapter one~ Take me home

"Harry! Get out of bed, you're gonna be late and Jordan's waiting for me!" Gemma complained,I rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a thump. I opened eyes and blinked a couple times.

How'd Gemma get into the mansion?

Why was she taking me to some un-known place?

Isn't Jordan that blond from back home?

Questions raced in my mind as I forced myself to stand up. I looked around the room, what prank where the lads playing? I left that room years ago. My old posters hanging everywhere, fading color. The baker's hat I had to wear at my old after school job i had left, along with the nickname baker's boy. I looked into the old mirror above the dresser.

Curls?

I cut those off along time ago! How did they grow back over night?

Oh no.

That wish i made

It couldn't be

Maybe

I have to wish myself out of this

I grabbed the ends of the curls ad observed them in the mirror. Gemma poked her head through the door way, an annoyed expression on her face, "Harry! You're suppose to be getting dressed, you're gonna end up dealing with Ilene yourself" she warned. I gulped.

Ilene.

I had left her years ago along with David and Darren, my old friends at school. After I failed at making the football team Ilene stood up for me. I could remember her words exactly, "Leave baker's boy alone! I've seen him make cupcakes, those same ones you goons shove your faces in! So can it and take a hike!"

I sighed, prabaly a dream. I was maybe homesick or something.

Gemma gave specific instructions before driving off to wherever she hung out during school hours. I walked up to the school building i thought I had ditched forever. I could still name most of the people, Ilene, David, Darren, Marsha, Luke, Jessica, Florence. I felt someones stiff hand grab my shoulder, I crossed my fingers as i turned around, it was only Ilene.

"So you're on time baker's boy" she said, smiling a bit. I nodded, it wasn't so much I was afraid of Ilene, it's just, she was never good with the good old fashion thing called, words. She was pretty, but not pretty enough for me to think of her the other way. She had cut her hair short, and dyed it a light color blonde, almost white. She didn't smile much, but when she did, the whole world seemed just a tiny bit brighter, and her light pale skin complimented her blue eyes.

"Yeah, I guess I am, how much is Zayn paying for all this?" I asked, she blinked before letting out a laugh,

"Um Harry, who's Zayn?" She asked, as if Zayn didn't exist. I let out a small laugh and attempted to play it off cool, it was only dream, i was home-sick or something.

I made it through my regular schedule which, spontaneously, i remembered quite well. I had no problem with my locker either, i passed throughout the day like a lost puppy, every chance i got, asking someone which one of the boys had set this whole thing up.

Lunch, the period right before last. I never knew why they set it up like that.

Anyways, I sat at table five, our table. David and Darren showed up before Ilene did and sucked me into their constant chatter about their jobs at the mall.

"So Hazz, how's the bakery?" David asked, i knew he was teasing me. I let out a sigh as he high-fived Darren.

"Heard a rumor Carmen and Luke are gonna buy a wedding cake there" Ilene's voice said, I looked up to see a smirk across her face as she brushed her bangs out of ehr hair.