bakery boy// larry stylinson

Dear Diary,
What is it like to be loved? What does it really feel like? When do you know when you find that person, your so called 'soulmate'? I don't mean a dumb middle school or high school relationship that just invokes texting and maybe some hugging, no. I mean love. True love. Finding that person you are determined to spend the rest of your life with, the one you can be yourself around, the one you want to cuddle with, and-

"Harry?" Barbara called a bit quietly.

I was sitting over in the couch area, just making an entry in my journal, but suddenly looked up when I heard Barbara call me, and I shut the journal shut, setting it close to me on the burgundy couch color.

She was walking, turning her head to the left, and to the right, until she spotted me, looking up to her.

"There you are," She smiled, looking as if she had a rather large tray of breakfast in her hands.

She had a large grin on her face walking over to me, taking a seat in the couch right across from me, then placing the tray on the coffee table that separated us.

"Ah, Barbara, you didn't have to do that," I smiled, leaning forward as I looked down at all the different kinds of food she had made.

"It's always important to have a nice breakfast Harry. And everything you've been doing for your father, you deserve it," Barbara said while she smiled over at me.

"C'mere Barbara," I smiled, as she walked towards me on the other side of the couch, slowly getting up and I wrapped her in a little hug, remaining seated. Barbara was one of the nicest people I had ever met.

"Oh, look!" She said, a bit quietly.

I let go of the hug and turned around to look at the boy who had just walked in the bakery.

He looked a little, rough. Or so I had thought anyways.

"I'll be back in a second Harry. I'll let you take his order," Barbara winked, trailing off somewhere in the distance.

I turned my attention back over to the boy that had just walked in.

His brown thin hair spread all over in different directions, the stubble below his chin, along with small facial hair above his lip, a grey sweater and tight black jeans, with a red beanie.

I even noticed the several tattoos that covered his body, and the piercings on his face.

He looked not only rough, but sad all at the same time.

"C-can I help you?" I asked. Honestly I was just a little quite frightened by his appearance.

"I was just...visiting," The boy said to me, looking around at the new Christmas decorations we had recently just put up.

"You can have something," I offer him.

"No I can't," He replied quickly back, quicker than I had expected.

"Why not?" I found the guts to ask, but his eye contact still wasn't focused towards me but towards the decorations and the food.

It took him a couple of seconds to respond, but soon he finally had.

"I don't have the money," He replied softly.

"Ah, don't worry. Pick out anything you'd like," I smiled to him.

"Are you sure?" He asked, finally looking over at me for once, just as I stood up pulling up my pants.

"Positive. Or I wouldn't have offered," I smiled, walking quickly over to the counter, seeing the boy follow me over as he stood right in front of me.

"Pick out whatever you'd like," I smiled.

He looked down at all the fresh treats we had made, looking as if he were thinking hard about what to get.

His eyes moved everywhere, different places each couple of seconds.

"Would you like any help?" I asked.

He looked up slowly, furrowing his eyebrows together as he did.

"Picking something out?" I questioned again.

He looked back down, eyes wandering around again, but nodded as he looked back up.

"Well, I must say that we do have the best muffins in the town of London. I mean, we bake them fresh everyday before we open, and there's many different flavors," I smiled at him, who still had an expressionless look on his face.

"Erm, we've got blueberry, strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, pecan, anything really," I added to it.

"Could...could I get the blueberry please?" He quietly asked me.

"Ah, good choice. It's actually my favorite," I smiled, taking the gloves from the top of the counter and opening the cage to grab the best looking muffin for him.

I shut the cage, and stood up as I handed to boy the muffin.

"Th-thank you so much," He smiled, taking the muffin in his hands and walking over to the long red couch that we had, setting the muffin on the table.

I watched him as his leg went over his other, and it looked as if he pulled out a book or maybe journal of some kind from under his sweater.

He began to open it, flipping through pages that seemed to have been written on with black ink.

He slowed down at the end pages, and finally opened to the next blank page.

His eyes fluttered as he looked up at me, and I guessed he must have caught me staring and probably thought it was strange when he furrowed his eyes brows again.


"Can I help you with something?" He asked, and I did think that it was a bit rude by the tone of his voice.

"Oh, erm, no. Nothing," I said, smiling at the end, but I just watched him stare at me blankly, shaking his head as he looked back down and started to write in the diary.





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