Woman lalalalalal wo-would you read this book?
LOL I LOVE PUNS
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"Harry, how long will you be here again?" Harry's co worker asks as she sifts the flour.
"Um, maybe just for a week or so. I have to fly back to New York to record more music," he informs her with a smile that shows off his dimples.
"Well, when you were gone, we hired someone. She's very lovely, her name is y/n. She'll be here-" she's cut of by the door's little jingle.
"Now," she smiles, shaping the dough into big ovals.
"Hello Barbara," the girl grins at her as she enters the kitchen.
"Good Morning y/n this is Harry. I'm sure you've heard of him," she greets and y/n nods.
"Yes, that boy band that went into hiatus. You're that guy who came up with that song," she snaps her fingers a few times.
"Sign of the Times?" He finishes and she points at him.
"Oh yes! That's the one. It was alright," she purses her lips, putting on her apron.
"Now now y/n, he's a guest. Well, I'll be at the cashier. Harry, please help y/n finish the first batch," she nods her head and heads for the front.
Harry feels some kind of spunk in her aura. He didn't appreciate how she said Sign of the Times was just 'alright.' Rolling Stones said that it's the forty ninth best song in the century. He's a bit offended.
"Well, did you like One Direction?" He hopefully asks.
She looks at him as if she's thinking, "mmmhm, no. Not very much. I stopped caring when that song 'What Makes You Beautiful' came out. What a dreadful song," she shakes her head in disappointment.
He blinks a few times to fully absorb what she just said to him, "Well, our songs aren't many people's taste. I appreciate the criticism though," he gives her a weak smile, washing his hands so that he can begin kneading.
"You aren't going to ask me who my favorite member is?" She questions, wiping the excess flour onto her apron.
He furrows his eyebrows, "Well I didn't think you'd be a fan, but which one of us I guess?"
Y/n smirks and backs him up until his back touches the counter behind him, "w-what are you Uh, doing y/n?" He stutters.
She places her arms on each side of the counter, trapping him, "showing you who my favorite member is," she smiles, leaning in to press her lips onto his.
Harry takes a sharp breath as her lips hit his. He did not expect this from her, but he always liked the confident girls. He takes her wrists, wrapping them around his waist. Harry takes one of his hands placing it on her waist and one on her cheek. Y/n licks his bottom lips, asking for entrance. When he complies, their tongues fight for dominance. Y/n surprisingly wins. Harry breathlessly pulls away, "oh... you're good," he compliments and she smiles, leaning in once again.
Before their lips touch, they hear Barbara say, "good at what?"
Busted.
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Short but spicy...
Qotd: have you worked somewhere before? If so, where?
