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"Harry we've got a customer!" Laura yells, an old woman who has been working at the bakery for years.

Harry's head pops up from looking down at the register, trying to fix the drawer from popping out randomly, like it has been lately.

Looking up his eyes meet a pair of blue ones, ocean blue. The man has his hair done up nicely, with a grey jacket on with a black shirt and red tie. He looks very professional.

For a moment they both stop and stare, as if they are both taking in one another.

Harry is the first to break the silence, "Hi how can I help you?"

The man steps forward toward the glass case looking down at the fresh breads, scanning over each one. "I'll take a chocolate chip muffin and a tea, light cream."

Harry nods sticking his tongue out slightly as he writes down the order on his notepad.

The man notices and chuckles, it's the most adorable thing he has seen in such a long time.

Harry's heart stops, blushing he gives the man a smile before retrieving his items, walking over to the register he sets the man's food on the counter "22 pounds please"

The man gives him 30, "keep the change" he winks.

His face burning Harry nods, he swearing he can feel the pain in his cheeks from smiling so hard, and yet trying so hard to keep from doing so.

But before he can press the button to open the drawer it pops out and hits him right in the gut. Harry coughs, buckling over he winces.

"Oh my god baby are you okay?" The man's concerned voice quickly says, reaching over the counter and running his hand over Harry's back.

It's clothed but he can feel Harry's muscles through his shirt, not too manly but not enough to be considered weak, and Louis loves it.

Harry's heart rushes at the feeling of being touched, the area tingling, the smile still huge and present on his face. Baby he thinks, and he really likes it.

Standing back up the man removes his hand, Harry feels cold but smiles anyway. Placing the man's money in the drawer and keeping that change "Here you are"

"Thank you," he smiles "Louis by the way"

"Harry" he says, and Louis walks out the store.

Harry can only hope he sees Louis again.

-*-

Just what Harry wanted to happen, did. The very next day Louis comes in.

His hair done up nice just like the day before, but with a black jacket and a blue shirt. Making his eyes look even brighter.

"Hey Harry" Louis greets, licking his lips and smiling.

"Hey Lou" Harry tries, he likes Louis' name a lot but he wanted to try a nickname and he likes it.

"Lou huh?" He chuckles, deep and rumbling "Already getting comfy with the nicknames I see. I suppose I can give you my number now right."

Louis is cheeky, real cheeky. It's just that he knows exactly what he wants right now, and that's Harry.

"Uh-I yeah of course here" Harry scrambles to get the paper pad out of his pocket and the pen, basically throwing it at Louis on accident. "I'm sorry"

Harry blushed a deep shade of red, looking at his feet wondering what else he could mess up on.

"How's your tummy?" Louis asks, scribbling down his number.

"My tummy is well thank you, little bruise but it's okay" Harry smiles and Louis and takes the paper back.

"Same as yesterday?" Harry questions. Louis nods and hums happily.

Harry gets him his things and Louis pays the same amount as yesterday, again, telling Harry to keep the change.

-*-

"Hey it's Harry:)" he types away the text on his phone before pressing send.

His palms are sweating again and he's so nervous but so happy.

Within the past two days Harry has managed to meet a very attractive man, embarrass himself, and manage to get his number. He is really hoping not to screw this up because damn, Louis is fine and he wouldn't mind getting a piece of that meat.

"Hey Harry, happy to hear from you, how have you been?" Harry reads the text and smiles so big.

What's funny is the text is just asking how he is, but it makes him so happy.

"I'm good thanks Lou, how are you?" He replied.

The conversation continued just like that for about an hour. Just simple questions and small laughs. It was nice.

Two strangers hitting it off.

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