I'm In Love With The Bakery Boy

Cold. No not just cold, freezing, done-chilling and rainy day . I wandered the streets as I did every day since I left. Left home because of Him. I don't think of Him it brings back nightmares. I walked a different path today because my usually path was full. Beggars, singers and wanders or the homeless begging for money as I am doing. I walked past the Macy's and thought." I'm 17. With no home and family that cares about me. And I'm wandering the streets for money." I walked past a window and felt heat. I looked in the window. It was a bakery. I headed inside and felt warmer than ever. It looked more like a cafe than a bakery. I sat down and stared at the table." Hello ?" A voice spoke. I lift my head and looked at the curly hair stranger.

"Oh hi."

"Are you ok ?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Yeah, not buying it."

"Funny, everyone else does or just doesn't care."

"Why are you all beat up ?"

"That's what happens when you live on the streets."

"You live on the streets ? You must be starving !" He yelled standing up.

He went around back to the kitchen.

"I knew it was to good to be true." I thought. He came back out with a loft of bread and some butter.

"Here you go." he said putting the bread on the table.

"Thanks but I don't want to steal."

"You're not. I paid and your not stealing if I'm eating some too."

"I couldn't. No it's ok, I'm fine."

"Yeah, still not working."

"Fine." I said and buttered a piece of bread. I took a bite and it melted in my mouth. I haven't had decent food in a long time. As we ate he smiled at me. And I smiled back.

"So, what's your name ?" I asked.

"Harry and yours ?"

"Kara. How old are you ?"

"I'm 16. And you ?"

"I'm 17."

"Why are you homeless ?"

"My boyfriend beat me and it got to much so I left."

"What about your parents ?"

"They said "If you go with him and it all goes to shit, don't come crying to us." So I didn't go home."

"Wow. How long were you homeless for ?"

"About 1 year now."

"Wow."

We kept talking till we finished our bread." Hang on." he said going back to the kitchen. He came back out with a slip of paper." Call me on a public phone if you need anything." He said writing his number. He folded it and gave it to me." Harry !" A women's voice yelled." I have to go. See you around." he said and took off back into the kitchen with our plate.

When I got outside I opened the slip. It read " Harry <3 245-687-9017". I smiled and felt a warm feeling. It wasn't the bakery. But it was an unmistakable feeling.

I was in love with the Bakery Boy...

A.N~ WELL GUYS I HOPED YOU LIKED IT SO FAR ! I LOVE YOU ALL AND MIGHT UPDATE A LOT. MAYBE JUST MAYBE ! K BYE GUYS I LOVE YOU ALL ! PEACE !!!! <3 ~Amanda