6. "Fuck me."

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"Have a good day, little one!" Harry smiled at the young boy leaving the cafe with his father.

Harry was still in his third hour of the shift. He wanted to go home because this day went so slow. He just need two more hours until he could go home. He sighed and looked down at his shoes.

Liam visited him earlier on his break, talking about how Liam would be coming home late. Harry doesn't like to be alone.

He heard the bell, above the entrance door, ring and he didn't bother to look up.

"Good afternoon, sir. What can I get for you?"

"A cup of Yorkshi-" Harry looked up and his jaw dropped. Then the next words came along.

"Fuck me." Harry blurted out as he watched the handsome boy in front of him. He blushed out of embarrassment.

"As long as you call me daddy then I'm on, babe." The hot man said, smirking down at the curly lad.

Harry cleared his throat and looked down in embarrassment.

"A-A cup of Yorkshire tea. Is that all you want, sir?" Harry shyly asked, typing in the order.

"I'll take a blueberry muffin along with my tea." The man said, still smirking down at Harry.

"O-Okay." Harry told the price and received the money. He kept blushing and watched the boy leave the cafe.

He is like angel.

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My chapters would be short, I can't promise you that I will write some long chaps. I hope everyone had a wonderful new year.

All the love. xoxo

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