bakery boy// larry stylinson

chapter 2

"Is there a problem?" The rude boy sitting on the couch asked, for the second time.

This time my cheeks did flush red, but I continued to look up at the boy who was still looking up at me, holding his journal open with his hand.

"There's no problem," I say quietly, swallowing as I had said it.

"Some guys keep diaries, you know," He said as he rolled his eyes, scanning back down at the page he was on.

"Oh, yeah I know. I'm very aware," I replied, walking closer over to him.

"Well my name is Harry," I smiled, reaching my hand out for him to shake, but he just sat there, staring up at me with a strange look on his face.

Once I noticed he hadn't done anything, I slowly pulled my hand back, just looking down at the diary he held in his hands.

"So what kinds of things do you write in there?" I wondered, waiting for an answer as he slowly looked up at me with that same look on his face.

"Personal things," He answered, shutting his journal ever so slowly.

"What about though?" I asked again.

"Listen, 'Harry', he quoted, I write about personal thoughts and I have never nor will ever share my diary with someone like you," He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked back down.

"I-I'm sorry," I apologized, taking a couple of steps away from him. I guess I knew what it was like to have privacy, so I thought it would be better if I stopped asking him questions and annoying him.

"It's fine," The boy sighed, shaking his head, continuing to slowly right down something, as the door slammed open.

Both the boy and I looked over startled, to see a quite unfriendly boy standing there, looking especially at me.

"Louis!" He called creepily, walking over to Louis. His black gelled hair was in a small quiff, and unlike the boy so called Louis, his tattoos were colorful and seemed to be everywhere on his body.

"C'mere Lou," He smirked, turning his head and shutting his eyes as he looked like he waited for Louis.

Louis sighed, and it was a quiet sigh. He stood up and went up to the boy, pecking his cheek just once and then standing back up straight.

Louis was much shorter and nicer looking than the boy that had just walked in.

"Who's this?" He smirked, looking directly at me.

"That's Harry, the bakery boy," Louis sighed.

I nodded, smiling. Being the friendly person I was I walked up to him happily, reaching my hand out of him to shake, but instead he looked at me in disgust.

I pulled my hand away slowly, turning around.

"You haven't been flirting with my Louis now have you?" He asked, and I stopped collecting the empty plates on the table.

I turned around to see the strange boy right in my face, his hands gripped on my shoulders.

"Louis' mine, understand? And he likes to come here, so I suggest you keep your hands off of him!" He nearly shouted, causing my eyes to widen as I heard an exaggerated sigh come from Louis.

"Jack stop it," Louis sighed, standing close to him while the so called Jack wrapped his arm around Louis.

"See ya round, curly," Jack smirked, while Louis gave me more of a nervous, more of a scared look as they both walked out of the bakery.

I shook my head and sighed, making my curls shake. I headed over to pick up some more plates, until I gasped and my eyes widened at what I had saw. Louis' diary.

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so.

how

was

it?

the

next

chapter

will

because now

harry has louis'

diary, and

he may

learn some

things about

louis.

what do you

think of jack?

anyways, happy

new years!

larry needs to come out

omfg.

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