Light My Fire [Larry Stylinson One-Shots and AUs]

Tweets and the Bakery

"Tweets and the Bakery"

My writing style in this one is a bit different, in a sense that it might be confusing and it's choppy, but it's meant to be. :)

TW: swearing, homophobic remarks, Elounor and harassment over appearance.

(Third person omniscient)

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@.\strawberryhazzaberry

|i really like him. i know i say it a lot but i do.

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@.\Niall_Likes_Nandos23

|Harry just say something to him. Idek who you're talking about but just try. Love you mate :)

@.\ellikescakes2

|tell him, can't be too hard

@.\RyanDrivesAnIroc

|Its a him? Jeez. Dont be a fucking queer and you wont have an issue.

Harry cried that night until he tired himself out and slept.

He went to work the next morning. He works at a bakery with his sister, Gemma. She doesn't know much about her brother. He doesn't like people getting personal.

He gets off at ten at night and goes home. He logs into Twitter.

@.\strawberryhazzaberry

|work went good today. we added a new item to our menu. come visit if you'd like and try it out. it's a chocolate fudge cake. :)

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@.\ellikescakes2

|Not a fan of chocolate, haha :P

@.\louislikescake

|sounds good. coming in tomorrow. haven't seen you in a while, miss chatting with you.

Harry cried again. Just a repeat of the previous night. Gemma asked what was wrong the next morning before they went to work. Harry's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was a bit hoarse. He shrugged and told her he was fine.

Around midday Eleanor and Louis came in together. Harry was in the back preparing food. "Hey Gemma! I heard you've got a new item on your menu. A fudge cake, right," he asked Harry's sister. Harry wanted to cry. "Yeah, I think Harry's starting a new batch. I'm guessing you'd like to try it," she asked politely. "Yeah."

"And what about Eleanor?"

"She doesn't like chocolate. Unbelievable, innit," he chuckles. Harry wanted to cry a lot more now, hearing Louis's girlfriend's name. He saw Gemma walk in, smiling. "You probably heard that," she says. Harry nods, "Yeah, just finishing up the second batch. There's the first batch," he pointed to a tray. He was a fast baker, and that was about the only thing he was good at. Gemma thanked Harry and brought the tray out, setting it in the display case. She picked a slice up with some tongs and set it on a small ceramic plate. "Wow, he bakes that fast? That's incredible. I'm impressed," Louis exclaims. Harry bit the inside of his cheek. He heard the cash register open and then soon close.

"Yeah, he's pretty good. I'm just here to bring it out and work on the cash register," she chuckled. "Oh! He's here, then? Harry?"

Gemma nodded, "Yeah. Since the cake is new we figured we'd make a bunch of sales on it, so he's making extras for the next few days. We usually-well, he usually makes them right when he gets here, a few minutes before we open. We try to make them fresh but of course we have leftovers, which we put in the fridge," Harry silently begged the universe to not let Louis ask to see him. He would cry. He knew he would.