It was quite early, considering when I looked over at the cock it read 7:50.
I started to drift back asleep, as Louis still held me close in his arms, until it hit me.
My eyes shot back open realizing I had to be at the bakery at 8:00. I tried to untangle Louis' arms from me, but I couldn't. They were too tight.
"Louis," I whisper, probably sounding a little pissed towards him.
"Louis!" I whisper louder, but there was still no reply.
I sighed, taking both of Louis' hands, trying to pull them apart, until I heard him speak.
"Watcha doing, curly?" He asked, smiling at the fact I was trying to get out of his grip.
"I have to be at the bakery in...6 minutes now!" I exclaimed, and that's when Louis just laughed harder.
"Fine, I'll let go-"
"Thank you!" I exclaim, but then I realized I never let him finish what he was going to say.
"If," He said again, emphasizing the word, "You let me come with you." Louis smirked at the end, and started brushing through my curls while he still maintained a strong grip with one arm.
"But," I said, soon looking at the clock again that read 8:56, "Fine." I sighed deeply, and he finally let go.
Louis chuckled as I grabbed my blanket and turned around to look at him lying in bed.
"Well?" I asked, putting my arms up.
"Well, I think you should change out of that grandma sweater," Louis said, walking to his drawers.
"It's not a grandma sweater!" I say.
Louis only laughed, bringing me a vans t shirt and some black skinny jeans.
"Skinny jeans?! Really?!" I asked.
"Yes, they'll fit you good. Better than some old lady sweater," Louis laughed.
I didn't even try to say anything, I just started to head out to find the bathroom, and then heard Louis say, "Hey, where are you going? Your changing here."
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bakery boy// larry stylinson
FanficHarry begins to fall in love with quite a rude Louis when he comes into the bakery shop every morning to see him. they both keep journals, so they can express their feelings without the world knowing.