Imagines

When He Came Back (Harry)

"Oh! (Y/N) dear, we have a special surprise for you!" Barbara said as you walked into the bakery, the small bell dinging above your head to announce your arrival. She was already hard at work with her sister Mary and their good friend Joan, aprons tied to cover any possible mess, and around here, flour always flew.

"Let me guess, you are making extra cookies for me to nibble on all day?" you smile at the three old ladies you work with as you put your own apron on and grab a broom. You ignore their snickering as you attempt to clean up round one of the mess for the day. It will be another half an hour until the store even opens but these early hours are your favorite. Music plays loudly and you get to listen into the gossip from the inner circle of fifty year friendships.

"Have they talked at all?" you cannot help but zero in when you hear Joan whisper to Barbra. You know exactly what they are talking about but don't want to admit it. Its been a year and a half since he left. Although happy he has realized all of his dreams so quickly and out of the blue, you cannot help but wonder what would have happened if he had come home.

"Did you see that Harry is back for a few days?" Barbara says. Neither she or Joan turn to look at you and you know from that tone that she is waiting to see your reaction. You take a deep breath and ignore the spike in your heart rate.

"I did not," you say and you are beyond proud that your voice doesn't shake through your lie. You wish you didn't know. Maybe then you wouldn't feel like you were walking on eggshells since you found out. Damn girls on Twitter know his every move.

Maybe you wouldn't be so upset if he had kept in contact. Instead, you didn't hear anything past his audition. It was like you ceased to exist.

No one mentions him for the first half of the day. Things go normally and a few friends from school drop in and you get the chance to catch up on the winter holidays drama.

Around two, the bakery has emptied out and you are sitting behind the counter. Barbara has run to the bank and Joan and Mary are talking about their kids.

The bell above the door rings and you look up from your phone. You're beyond confused as a camera crew rolls in, walking in backwards and before you even see him, your heart has dropped.

His eyes find you almost instantly and his dimpled smile shows with a tiny wave. He looks away almost instantly though as Mary and Joan begin gushing over him and his visit.

"What are the cameras for dear?" Mary asks him. You know you should get up and go say hello but your stunned. You can't move and you can't look away from his tall lean frame.

The last time you saw him he was making a mess. Flour was flying all over the place, he was nervous for the audition and for the fact that Barbara was going to be furious with him when she found the two of you in the bakery after hours.

"I'm going to go on my break," you say quietly as you pass Mary. She nods with a frown but allows you to retreat to the back room to grab your things.

Once outside you finally feel like you can breathe. Having him there was hard, untouched memories crashing back. The way he pushed your hair off of your face, the flour fight you got in as you attempted to get fancy with your cupcake war.

You take a walk down the street and grab a coffee. You take your seat and try to plan out what you would say to him if he attempted to talk to you. You could ignore him. You could rehash how angry you are at him. How he left after a single kiss and never thought to keep you up to date on his crazy life.

You finish your coffee, check your watch as you wipe under your eyes. You have to stop. With what little confidence you have you head back to the bakery.

Barbara is back and the cameras are on her and Harry who is know donning a red apron.

"Oh! (Y/N), dear, we put Harry back to work. He hasn't lost it," Barbara laughs. She is smiling at Harry with that adoring smile of hers.

"Such lost potential," you joke as the camera turns to you. You want to turn away so that there are no possibilities of a close up but once again Harry is looking at you and you cannot turn away.

After another ten minutes of filming the cameras are packed up.

"You knew he was coming didn't you?" You whisper to Barbara. She smiles and nods as Mary and Harry catch up.

"Go grab your bags, you can go home dear," Barbara says with a pat on your back. You do as your told, happy that you can escape the static air in the bakery so early for the day.

As your are putting your coat back on the door closes behind you. The air changes and your cheeks begin to flame. You turn around and see him, hands in the pockets of his ridiculously skinny jeans.

"Hey," he says. Nothing more.

"I was...um, really excited to see you today," he says, taking a step closer to you. You step backwards and cross your arms over your chest. He can't do this to you. Damn it Barbara.

"Look, (Y/N)," he reaches a hand out for you and you shake your head.

"No, no Harry," his name feels strange to say again and you are almost crying already. "No. You left. And I'm so proud of you, I am. But you just, disappeared on me! We, we were, well I don't know what we were but we were finally becoming something. I thought,"

"You thought what?" He asks, taking another step. You can't breathe. It's like he has sucked all of the air out of the room. You feel faint. He is unnerving in the worst way.

"Nothing," you shake your head. Afraid of what you almost said out loud.

"(Y/N)," he steps forward and grabs your hand before you can pull away. "I couldn't just come home."

"No, but you could have called," you say to him. Your cheeks are wet and his hand is now on your cheek. You want to look away from those green eyes so badly but cannot force yourself to.

"I wanted to, so many times," he says, smiling. "I didn't know what I would say."

"Hi would have been better than nothing," you say. Your voice shakes and a tear drops down the side of your nose and lands on your bottom lip. He is staring at the single teardrop, staring at your lips. You know that look more than anything and you shake your head. If he kisses you, it will be over.

His eyes search yours as he leans in the last two inches. His lips touch yours and your entire body lights up. His tongue traces a line over your lower lip and you can taste the salt from your tears now flowing freely. Too much emotion is flowing through your veins. You want to wrap your legs around him and never let go. You want to pull his curls out of his head and scream your head off.

"(Y/N)," he moans your name and his hand moves down your arm and to your waist. His fingers dig into the skin on your hips and he pulls you close to him. His lips move down your neck and you revel in the feeling of his mouth on you like this.

You've only been kissed by him once and it was soft and sweet. He pressed those lips to yours once and then smiled and began his walk home.

Now, he pushes you back against the wall and his mouth claims yours.

"Harry, Harry we have to stop," you say, no urgency in your breathy tone. "Harry, Barbara is going to walk back here." He pulls back and presses his forehead against yours.

"Only if you agree to come to dinner at my mums," he smiles that devious smile and before you know it you are laughing and nodding your yes.