Harry Styles Imagines

57 - Bakery (au)

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PERSONAL IMAGINE

BAKERY

4 o'clock.

 It is only 4 o'clock in the morning and I already have to be at work. However, the warmth of the small bakery I'm working at is a nice welcome. The light in the kitchen is on so I know that either Barbara or the rather young employee Harry is already here.

 "Hello?" I call and only seconds later the employee Harry walks out of the kitchen.

 "Hi Lauren, I'm supposed to show you how all this works." Harry says and extends his hand. I take it. His hands is warm and soft as we share a polite handshake.

 "I'd say let's go in the kitchen. We have to bake some bread." Harry says and I realize that we are still shaking hands. Quickly, I pull mine away and chuckle embarrassed.

 Together, we go in the kitchen and Harry explains where everything is and how everything works. And then we start baking in silence. It is a rather awkward silence. Neither of us knows what to say since we both don't really know each other.

 Every now and then I risk a glance to the side and look at his small curls that are peeking out from underneath his black beanie or the way his full lips are slightly curled upward or how his sea green eyes light up whenever he tries to crack a joke and I laugh a little.

 "Lauren, could you get me the flour? It's over there." Harry says and points at the very back of the small kitchen.

 With the huge bowl of flour in my hands I walk back to Harry who turns around and stretches his arms out in the exact same second where I stretch my arms out with the heavy bowl full of flour. Our hands crash together and I stumble over my feet. The flour ends up all over Harry's apron and sweater.

 "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I say and bite my lip to not burst out into laughter. Harry looks down at him in a shocked manner.

 "And I thought I was clumsy." Harry mumbles and tries to knock off the flour of his apron.

 Quickly, I walk over to the sink and wet a paper for Harry but I'm stopped when Harry cracks an egg on my head. All the egg yolk trickles down my hair. I gasp.

 "Harry!" I yell and spin around to see Harry standing a feet away from me with three more eggs in his hand.

 "I wouldn't come too close." Harry threatens and raises his hand with the two eggs.

 I look around and find milk. I open the bottle and spill it over him. Harry screams and immediately reacts by cracking the next egg on my shoulder. Our little flour-milk-egg fight continues until Harry and I are covered in all three of them.

 Eventually, Harry stands in front of me with a bottle of milk and I have a rather small bowl filled with floor in my hands. We stare at each other and just wait for the other one to start approaching. And Harry does approach me at some point.

 But instead spilling milk over my head, he kisses me and I let the bowl drop out of shock. Harry pushes me against the counter and steps over the bowl which now rests on the floor. My hands travel up his arms to his hair which I grip tightly. His lips taste like egg yolk and milk and flour but also have very own taste.

 "Look what mess you've created." Harry whispers and kisses me again.

 Harry lifts me up so I can sit down on the working top. His free hand runs up my leg and ends up on my lower back to press me closer against his body.

 But suddenly I feel cold liquid dripping down my hair and I let out a shriek. Harry is spilling the milk all over my head once again.

 "Stop stop stop, Harry!" I laugh and he joins me. When the bottle is empty, Harry puts it next to me and cups both of my cheeks to kiss me once again.

 Eventually, he pulls away a bit and we stare breathlessly at each other. Harry's lips form a smile again and I can't help but return the smile.

 "Would you like to go out with me today?"

 "Not if it involves milk, flour and eggs." I response and giggle.

 "I promise the food will already be finished."

 "Well then, I'd love to go out with you."

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