Chapter 1:
Terri
I slipped on my apron and walked into the bakery. The smell of fresh dough and sugar filled my lungs. I whipped my hair into a ponytail before covering it with a hairnet.
“Good Mornin’ Terrisabelle.” my co-worker, Barbra, greeted me.
“Hello Miss Barbra.” I replied politely. She gave me a warm grin before heading to the toilet. Suddenly the door chimed, signaling someone entered. I turned to the door instinctively and put on a customer friendly smile.
A boy a little over 19 walked in, his tall broad frame captivated me almost instantly. He smirked, revealing his deep dimples. I tried to keep my smile but his appearance stunned me. His tousled mess of brown curls addressed his face quite nicely. His green, gorgeous, illuminating eyes squinted cheekily at me.
“How may I help you?” I asked after I pulled myself together. The boy seemed to have noticed my awkward presentation. He gave a light chuckle and leaned against the counter, smirking.
“No help needed. Just visiting.” the boy informed, his eyes flickering over in the distance behind my shoulder. I turned to see Barbra walking out. She lifted her eyes and gasped, putting her hand on her chest.
“Harry!” she yelled happily. The boy, who was obviously Harry, stood up and held his arms out.
“Barbra!!!” he shouted back. I smiled crookedly and raised an eyebrow. Harry gripped Barbra in a tight hug, followed with her pinching his bum.
“Terrisabelle, this is Harry Styles. He used to work here.” Barbra chimed, holding his waist. The boy held out a hand, smirking down at me. I smiled awkwardly and shook his hand.
“You can call me Terri.” I told him quietly. Just then, the phone rang.
“Excuse me. I’ll go get that.” I told the pair standing before me. Barbra shook her head and padded over to the phone in the back room.
“So why’d you leave?” I asked Harry as soon as Barbra left. He hung his head and sighed.
“I had to leave. Terri you don’t understand.” he spoke quietly. I propped myself on top of the counter. I had grown accustomed to Harry leaving. The first time, I cried. He told me to act as though he didn’t exist. Like he never came into my life. Knowing what Harry would do if I protested, I decided to listen to him. The second time, I put up a fight and the next morning, he was gone without a trace. By the fifth time, I gave up. His life as a “spy” - a term I never agreed with considering he doesn’t do anything- was killing our relationship. So I broke it off, and, just like the times before, he was gone. Not a single picture, text or clothing article could be found.
“Yeah I never do, do I?” I questioned, annoyance creeping into my tone. Harry hung his head and rubbed his temples.
“I miss you Terri.” his words almost made me give a damn. Almost.
“How’d you find me anyway? I took that stupid GPS tracking thing out of my jacket. Try and find a place not so cliche.” I spat. Harry smirked, amused with my attitude towards him.
“Oh like in your earring?” he said, parting my legs so he could stand between them, and placed two muscular arms on both sides of me. I scooted farther back on the counter. Harry slammed his fist down on the counter and tightened his jaw, his eyes closing tightly.
“I won’t leave you gain. I promise Just give me another chance.” He growled behind gritted teeth. I wanted to believe him. Deep down, I wanted to shower him in kisses, to feel his heart beat against my chest, to be engulfed in his muscular body. But something was aching inside me. Something was begging me to push him away.
“I can’t Harry. Not anymore.” I spoke firmly, pushing myself off the counter. Harry grabbed both of my wrists, pulling me into his chest.
“You’re mine. I lost you once. I’m guaranteed I won’t lose you again.” he whispered darkly into my ear before continuing. “If you ever, EVER, think about leaving me...let’s just say you’ve got nowhere to hide.” I struggled in his grasp, tears brimming my eyes as he squeezed tightly on my wrists.
“Harry! You’re hurting me.” I whined. His eyes darkened and he loomed over me, loosening his grasp.
“I’m here to stay...You can’t escape me Terri... You’re mine and you’ve got the marks to prove it.” Harry said, tracing his fingers on my waist, his hand slowly lifting up my shirt. I looked down at his large hands moving smoothly along my abdomen. His hand stopped just below my bra. Harry lifted up my back a little, giving himself more access to my body.
“Harry not in here. Not today. I ca-” he cut me off by grabbing the hand that I was reaching out to push him away with. He lowered himself and gripped my arms tightly to my side. The way his eyes intently checked me out distracted me from the surroundings I was currently in. The Bakery. I seen a family pull up slowly outside.
“Harry stop!” I whispered.He ignored me, unaware of the approaching group. “Stop! I have customers coming!” I whimpered. His teeth grazed roughly over my skin. I had to get him to stop. So I did the most horrible thing I could’ve done.
“I’ll give you another chance! Harry! I-I’ll give you another chance!” I begged. Harry smirked smugly and stood up.
“I’ll pick you up later. 12 o’clock maybe?” he suggested, tapping his fingers against the sore mark he left on my body. He gave me a small kiss and turned to walk out.
“Barbra I’m out! I’ll come back later!” Harry yelled to the back of the bakery. Barbra poked her head around the corner and gave him a warm smile with a quick nod before she returned back to her phone call.
“Bye Terri. I’ll see you tonight.” Harry whispered, bringing his left eye down into a wink. By the time he left, the family had entered. I payed little attention to my customers. I sat there staring in the dimly lit, abandoned bakery. Watching the cars drive by, only one thought crossed my mind. What kind of deal did I just make with that curly haired devil?
