"Here you go Alice," Harry hands over the small bag filled with pastries across the counter to Alice, an older woman who was one of his regulars. He rings up her total on the cash register, "Your total is $15.87 please."
"Of course, dearie. Here you go." She hands Harry a twenty dollar bill, clasping his hand gently and smiling up at him, "You keep that change now handsome."
Harry blushes and gives her a sheepish smile. He should be used to her compliments by now, it happened often enough, but he couldn't help that his face flushed every time someone gave him praise.
Harry nods his head graciously, "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome, Sweetie. Take care now, you hear?"
"Yes ma'am," he replies before waving farewell to her. He takes the change from the drawer and places it in the tip jar sitting on top of the counter, before he gestures for the next customer to step up to the counter.
"Hi, welcome to Knead to Know, what can I get for you today?"
It's a busy morning at the bakery for Harry, as it is most days. He works as quickly and efficiently as he can, doing everything from making the different breads and bagels early in the morning, working the cash register, and fulfilling people's orders.
He's considered hiring someone more than a few times, because it can get pretty crazy inside the shop, but he handles it well for the most part and his customers are usually well behaved, so he's put it on the back burner for now. He's also afraid to let someone else in because of all of the hard work he's put into his shop for many years. He doesn't quite trust anyone enough with his pride and joy just yet.
Time in the shop always passes quickly. He's just sold the last of his batch of bagels for the day and he looks up at the clock, checking the time. It's something he always does, glancing at the clock when he sells out of his bagels. He likes to see how quickly he sells them. 9:30am.
"Sorry folks, I'm all out of bagels," he calls out from behind the counter to the queue waiting for their turn to order. He hears some people groaning and a few even leave, but he can't help the fact that his bagels sell out so quickly. After all, they are award winning.
If you had an employee you could make more bagels while they run the front, he tells himself.
"Out of bagels yeah? Damn," the next person in line steps up to the counter. His gaze lifts to see a young, fit, boy. He wears a genuine smile on his face, peering up at Harry with warm, chocolate eyes.
"Yeah, I'm sorry mate. There will be more tomorrow," Harry replies easily, "Can I get you something else?"
"Sure," the boy flashes him a cheeky look. He studies the chalkboard menu hung above Harry's head for a moment before he decides, "Do you have any banana walnut bread left?"
"Indeed, I do."
"Let me get two slices please," the other boy asks politely.
"Will that be all?" Harry asks.
"Yeah, that should do for now." He watches as Harry quickly punches in the numbers on the register.
"Your total today is $5.17," Harry says smiling.
He passes over $10 and Harry can't help but notice the tattoos that adorn his hand and creep up his arm.
Harry takes the money, "Nice tattoos."
"Thank you," the boy responds bashfully, looking down at the counter to avoid Harry's gaze. The tip jar catches his eye and he lets out a soft chuckle. It reads 'I knead dough.'
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I Knead You (Narry)
FanfictionHarry owns a successful bakery. When a cafe opens next door, he finds himself intrigued by the new owner of the shop, Niall, who is slowly stealing his business. ***My ideas, not my characters***
