Chapter 5 - Red, Red Roses
"Harry, whose red roses are these?"
''Th-they're mine...''.
"Haha, who would give you red roses?". ''Stop lying to me! Who are the roses from?''.
Harry told the truth, but he still paid for it anyway.
Louis was disappointed. The curly-haired had not been in the bakery for days. And this was abnormal, after all, Louis saw him here every day. Her daily conversation about bread was so boring, but a daily event for Louis at the same time.
This kept him busy for a while. He was really worried. Especially because he finally wanted to get to know the boy better. He might not admit it, but he liked the boy. Very much, to be exact.
Day after day he visited the bakery. There was still this old woman who was probably Harry's boss. Louis cleared his throat.
For on this one morning, he summoned all his courage. He walked up to the woman. He hoped for not too bad news.
"Umm... hello, I wanted to ask if your other employee will be back soon?".
The old woman looked up. Louis looked at her nameplate. Barbara.
"Do you mean Harry?". Harry, a beautiful name. Louis loved the name, it reminded him of home.
Louis nodded then. The woman looked sad all of a sudden, her expression giving away that this was no good.
"Oh ... did not you hear about it yet?"
Louis raised an eyebrow. What had he not heard yet?
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ugh sorry, i'm translating this from my german version of this book and now i'm realizing how cringy this is :D
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FanfictionLouis' daily routine is to ask people for their name to write down it down on cups. Harry's daily routine is to pack buns into bags and wish people a nice day. And as Louis walks into the bakery, to get his usual order, his attention does not fall o...
