11. Visiting a bakery together. đ
okay this is short fyi :)):Â
Harry craned his neck, peering ahead to get a glimpse of the baked goods that were still available in the display case. Â It was the middle of the lunch rush, and the press of the crowd obscured his view. Â
âProbably just gonna get a croissant,â he said, biting his lip and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
âHmm?â Louis blinked at Harry, brow furrowed like he hadnât quite heard him. Â Which made sense. Â Harry had been mumbling. Â He was nervous, and he had been mumbling.
âIâm â â Harry started, shifting to the side a little to let other customers exit the store. Â âIâm going to get a croissant, I think.â
âOh,â Louis whispered, his head bobbing in understanding. Â
âYeah,â Harry sighed, cringing internally and staring forward at the specials board. Â He didnât know how heâd 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. Â All of his personality seemed to have evaporated, and it felt like he wasnât even standing normally, his limbs suddenly unwieldy and unfamiliar. Â
âSo ââ
âI used to be a baker!â Harry blurted, interrupting Louis and going crimson in the process. Â Â Â Â
Louis let out a pleased huff of a laugh, though, his eyes sparkling. Â He leaned in closer, smiling up at Harry. Â âOkay,â he said, âtell me about that.â












