11. Visiting a bakery together. š
okay this is short fyi :)):Ā
Harry craned his neck, peering ahead to get a glimpse of the baked goods that were still available in the display case. Ā It was the middle of the lunch rush, and the press of the crowd obscured his view. Ā
āProbably just gonna get a croissant,ā he said, biting his lip and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
āHmm?ā Louis blinked at Harry, brow furrowed like he hadnāt quite heard him. Ā Which made sense. Ā Harry had been mumbling. Ā He was nervous, and he had been mumbling.
āIām ā ā Harry started, shifting to the side a little to let other customers exit the store. Ā āIām going to get a croissant, I think.ā
āOh,ā Louis whispered, his head bobbing in understanding. Ā
āYeah,ā Harry sighed, cringing internally and staring forward at the specials board. Ā He didnāt know how heād managed to end up going for a bite to eat with beautiful Louis from American Lit, but he knew for sure he was fucking it up. Ā All of his personality seemed to have evaporated, and it felt like he wasnāt even standing normally, his limbs suddenly unwieldy and unfamiliar. Ā
āSo āā
āI used to be a baker!ā Harry blurted, interrupting Louis and going crimson in the process. Ā Ā Ā Ā
Louis let out a pleased huff of a laugh, though, his eyes sparkling. Ā He leaned in closer, smiling up at Harry. Ā āOkay,ā he said, ātell me about that.ā














