accidental [n.s]

17-Bakery boy pt. 2

Harry's mum gushed just as much as Harry did when we met. Harry and I drove back to his hometown after I checked into Townhouse Manchester.

She's a lovely lady, but I only managed to have a short interaction with her, as Harry decided to drag me away so soon. "Sorry mum! We have to go now," His hand grasped mine and aw, he's such a sap.

"Dear, can I have one conversation with your boyfriend without you interrupting?" Anne scolded him but he quickly brushes her off.

"Okay mum later, goodbye now." He smiles sweetly and drags me to his car once again. I barely even get to wave goodbye to her. Sigh.

"You're mean to your mum." And then Harry pouts.

"Am not. I just want you all to myself and I'm so excited that you're here babe." His dimples made an appearance as he said that.

I just lean over and kiss his cheek because wow what a cutie.

"Hey, pet?"

"Yes daddy?" He flashes a smile as he says this and I choke a little bit on my aspirations.

"Christ Harry," I mumble "Wait until we get to the hotel room for that." I say and give him a wink while he's cheeks burn up.

The entire ride to wherever we were going was filled with terrible jokes and sexual innuendos. I'm convinced by the end of it that he's my soulmate.

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We arrive at this small shop that reads: Barbara's Bakery

"Oi! That's right you're a cute little bakery boy." Harry's cheeks flush and his hands fumble with the keys to open the door to the shop. He mumbles at me to quit and instead I grab his face and kiss his nose.

"I told you I'd give you a free cupcake if we were to meet, yeah?" He beams, slowly walking in and showcasing the bakery proudly. He's walking around the counter now, snatching an apron and adjusting his beanie so his hair is out of his face. "So, since I solemnly swore to that, I'm baking you a fresh batch of the worlds best cupcakes. Right here, right now. Niall James Horan, welcome to Kitchen Nightmares." He's bouncing on his heels and I just lose it.

"God, you're such a dork! I bet this will be a nightmare too, I'm hoping your baking is better than your level of alcohol tolerance?" He throws an apron in my direction and snorts.

"Sorry for not being an alcoholic Niall, truly very, sorry."

"Yeah I'm sorry too, knowing you could never keep up with me is a bummer." He snorts loudly at that.

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Life is funny in a way. How all things end up working out one way or another. Harry could've easily texted the correct number that first night or I could've just not responded or blocked him. But neither of that happened.

Jesus Christ, standing in small, local, bakery with a boy I wasn't actually supposed to meet makes my heart pound, like all the tendons are pulled. Perhaps never having had the chance to meet him, perhaps going on with my life without him would have been okay. Okay.
Dull word now, it seems.

Knowing right now in this very moment, with a dimpled smile goofball, I know what every cliché song and story about love and romance is about. I am shocked that I feel like I've known him for so long when in reality the time hasn't been eternal. Past lives have a way of getting to you and I hope to god that in a past life somewhere, in some parallel universe, that I'm with this very same bakery boy.

And as he was taking off his crimson apron, his sweater managed to shift and ride up a bit. And yes I snapped a picture, in which proceeded to the most charismatic line;

"And after a long time awaited, the sexting begins."

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that concludes the end of this awkward short story thing that for some reason took me over a year to finish???? v sorry for the lack of updates and creativity in this book. but alas, this is the finished product and hopefully whoever reads it, enjoys it. thank you to anyone who actually did/does :-)

- j