The Oak Tree

The Bakery

Sep.18, 2016

Heather impatiently sat on the wooden stool, tapping her feet on the white marbled floor while reading the torn out book.

"Would you hurry up?!"

Harry looked up and stopped shaping the cookie dough.

"Be patient, flower."

"We will get caught and then Anne is never going to trust you with anything anymore."

Panic was clear in her eyes as she tried to hide her face with the book.

"For the 35th time, Mum's out of town!"

"You counted how many times I asked that?" She asked from behind the book, voice muffled.

A tint of red spread across Harry's cheeks. "Uh of course not. Just a wild guess."

Instead of being at their usual place , they were at the "Creamy Puffs". Harry's mum's bakery.

It was a small bakery, nothing out of ordinary. Just a very comfy place to hang out in the middle of the night.

"Just hurry up, please!"

"Well if you are so impatient help me make the cookies, it's almost done anyways."

She stood up from her place sending an annoyed look at Harry before picking up the star shaped cutter. Harry send back a mischievous look, slowly picking up a hand full of flour.

"Don't. Even think about it."

"Why?" He whined, "I thought girls liked this shit."

"No, that's only in the books. Besides can you even imagine how hard would it be to get this out of the hair and then clean up all the mess?" She said moving her hands around for emphasis.

But Harry was never the one to listen and soon enough the bakery was trashed with broken eggs, flour, cream and sugar.

"Oh god! I smell like a weird burnt cookie or too much surgery cake," Harry said as he sniffed himself, crunching his nose. Heather looked around and then replied with a fake frown.

"It's not you who smells like a burnt cookie, Harry. Your cookies ..they're all burnt!"

"I think I'm going to cry," faking a frown similar to hers while running toward the oven that's coughing black smoke out.

She pats him on the back, "and you have to clean all this as well."

"Heather, you are horrible!"

"Sorry, but I warned you," Heather countered, throwing her head back, eyes squinting as her laugh echoed through the small bakery.

That was enough to make Harry clean the whole place with a smile on his face.

Author's note :-
Haha..the gif