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Nov 18, 2025

Ding - Bonus Round II

Read Ding here | ~2.8k words

Warning/From me: Jealous Harry, fluffy getting in the holiday spirit with Cupcake💕

Summary: “She asked you?”

“I love when you repeat me,” she sighed dreamily.

Harry just finished his workout with Louis. He ran earlier that morning, worked on speed and agility, threw punches at pads. It was a good practice, a good workout. After that he helped clean all the equipment with Sarah and made sure the bathrooms were in good condition too. Finally, he showered and made sure he wasn’t a complete disgusting mess. It was a long, good day, and he was happy.

But he was happier at the promise of seeing his cute, pretty Cupcake. Harry practically skipped through the center of town. The locals were used to him—especially the ones that saw him at A Pinch of Sprinkles, or her dad’s facility, or when he brought his little niece around by the waterfront in the summer to eat ice cream. Not everyone in town was a boxing fan, but boy were they a fan of his Cupcake. They knew he had a good record—a fantastic record, she would remind him. Every cupcake or treat came with a reminder that there was a gym right down the street if they wanted to work off the extra calories.

She was adorable. Harry often thought he didn’t deserve her, but he would keep her anyway.

Harry figured another little run to the bakery shop that he loved so much wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Hardly overtraining if he got to see her a little faster, a little longer. He loved her so much that the action of just walking toward the cute little place made him overwhelmed with affection, happiness, it was perfect. Harry had the perfect relationship, the perfect job, the perfect life.

He pushed through the front entrance of her shop. The bell quietly rang in his arrival.

She was standing on a chair, on her tiptoes, hanging up lights around the back of the menu board that she painstakingly rewrote with red and green markers earlier that day. The soft ding of the bell made her turn toward him. Instantly, she yelped as she lost her footing. She smacked into the side of the shelf beneath the menu board; Harry rushed behind the counter even before she started to fall. He grabbed her as much as he could, catching her as best he could before she fell completely and hurt herself. She knocked some boxes and bags onto the floor. The other decorations she had laid out spilled to the floor as well.

“Easy, Cupcake! Are y’okay? Why didn’t y’wait for me?” He held her tight in his arms, awkwardly. Just holding her up, trying to ease the pounding of his heart. He kissed the side of her head and took a deep inhale of her sugary scent. “Y’scared me,” he mumbled.

She sank a little bit further into his embrace and smiled. “Sorry, baby. I was just decorating.”

“Well, stick t’cookies,” he grumbled. “I’ll do the stuff y’can’t reach.”

She giggled quietly. “I’m fine, hardly a scratch on me,” she promised.

He kissed her hair once more and maneuvered her, so she was firmly standing on her feet. “I’ll do this, you jus’ tell me what t’do.”

“Harry, you had a long day, I don’t need you to come do—”

“Cupcake, please,” he rolled his eyes and stood on the chair. “I want t’do it,” he assured her.

She smiled to herself and let him hang up the lights. Last year, he helped put hooks up around the menu so that it would be easier to decorate after that. It was so simple, and she should have thought it herself, but it wasn’t really on the forefront of her mind when she was running a shop. “Can I put the bows and stuff on the display case or do you want to do that too?”

“Ha-ha, you’re so funny kitten,” he rolled his eyes. “Don’t break anything,” he reminded her.

She giggled and picked up the décor she pulled from storage to decorate the shop. Each table had a little decorative basket with a tiny Christmas tree and fake presents beneath it. The front of the shop would need lights and bows. There would be a ton of orders flooding in for holiday parties and she would be overwhelmed beyond belief before December 1st arrived. But it would be worth it.

“Gem asked if we were coming for Christmas,” she stated as she arranged the decorations as best she could so they would make the place look festive but not block any of the treats.

“She asked you?”

“I love when you repeat me,” she sighed dreamily.

Harry rolled his eyes again at her and came down from the chair now that the lights were safely around her menu board. He reorganized the shelf she bumped into and picked up the remaining items off the floor that she hadn’t gotten to yet. “She didn’t mention Christmas t’me.”

“Maybe you’re not invited,” she teased.

“Maybe m’not,” he agreed. “They all like you more than me.”

“It’s okay, baby, I like you more than anyone else,” she promised.

“Except the baby.”

“Well, it’s a baby, Harry. I’m not insane.”

He smirked, enjoyed her teasing and brought the chair back to the correct table. The door rang in someone else’s arrival. Harry watched the smile grow on the man’s face as he admired her sweet shop. “Oh, it’s smells even better in here than it does from outside,” he grinned. His eyes moved across the shop taking in all the baked goods, the decorations the menu, but unfortunately his gaze lingered on his favorite Cupcake a little too long.

“Thank you very much,” she said kindly standing up from the display case. “Are you here for anything in particular?”

Harry didn’t like his smile, and he didn’t like the way he was staring at her like she was the most interesting thing in the world. She was, but that was for him to know and be able to do and no one else. Her gaze flicked to Harry briefly and her smile hardened just a fraction. She knew how he felt instantly and he must not have been doing a very good job of hiding how he felt.

He moved back behind the counter to grab a box for the treats he could pick out. Hopefully get him to get in and out faster. Harry wanted him away from her as quickly as possible. “You’re the owner, right? I’ve saw an article about the shop in the paper. I remembered your picture.”

“Sure am,” she nodded politely. “It was kind of the town to put my shop in the spotlight like that.”

“For good reason,” he stated. “It’s even better than they described. I always told myself I would come in, but I just haven’t had the chance until today.”

“Well thanks for coming in,” she said kindly. She meant it, Harry knew that. She was ever grateful to customers even though she didn’t need to be. It was her though. She was so utterly sweet. Harry thought it was the reason she even opened a shop in the first place. There was so much sugary goodness in her that it had to go somewhere, needed an outlet of some sort and what better way than to sell cupcakes and treats for the masses.

But Harry didn’t want her to thank him. She probably had a hundred customers flirting with her daily. But Harry wasn’t typically present for it. He hated it. Of course they were going to flirt. How could they not flirt with her. She was adorable, sweet, gorgeous… it was hard to look at the rest of the shop when she was standing their looking so perfect and sweet.

“Yeah, of course…” he nodded still looking at her in her cute apron tied tightly at her waist. Her hair was pulled into a braid with two pieces pulled out to frame her adorable face. Harry could eat her up—she was his cupcake after all (and he very much planned to eat her up later).

“I have to suggest the cinnamon bun cupcake, it’s a great holiday favorite,” she said and pulled one from the tiny pyramid display right near the register. She pulled it out of the case and offered it to him. He’d seen her do it hundreds of times, but he hated it most right then.

Harry wanted to keep an eye on him, but he had to turn away before he slammed his head into the counter. He would hate to mess up her display. He found her little list that she had for the day. She wanted to mop the floors. Fine. Harry could do that—but that would require leaving the man with her alone.

At least she had a mean right hook now if he tried something funny.

Harry stomped to the back room and filled the mop bucket with hot water and the cleaning product as quickly as he could. When he returned the man had half a cupcake left and he was looking at her like she was the most amazing person he’d ever met.

He had good taste, but that’s the most Harry could compliment him on. Her actions were simply that of a good business owner, of course. Harry would never worry about her flirting with someone else. Not when he thought about all the delicious things she did to his body and how she was always smiling at him when they weren’t directly next to one another.

“Are you from around here?” She asked.

“No, my family has a house around here, we celebrate the holidays together and so on. I figured I would check it out here so I don’t ruin the holiday by trying to make my own desserts. I wanted to do a quick taste-test,” he explained. “I will definitely be returning.”

Great. Harry slammed the mop into the bucket a little too hard making water splatter outside the bucket behind the counter. Her gaze met his and she had a small smirk toying at the corner of her lips as he glared at her. “Well, we have a small sample box, six treats for fifteen-fifty—it’s like getting one treat free.”

“A steal really, if it’s anything like this cupcake.”

She smiled. “Do you want to pick them, or would you like me to select a variety?”

“I trust you.”

Harry splashed the mop water again as she pushed behind the counter alongside him and gently pushed him out of the way. Swiftly, she selected six of her favorite treats, boxed them up, and smacked a pretty Christmas bow on top. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Is your number on the menu?”

Harry’s grip tightened on the mop handle and he inhaled sharply. “I’m flattered but not interested. I have a lovely boyfriend,” she stated simply and rang in the treats to the register. She didn’t pause in the slightest. There was a small smile but nothing else. She didn’t blush, or anything. “With tax that will be 16.47.”

Harry’s grip loosened. His heart slowed. He didn’t expect her to say anything but the contrary, but he’d never heard it before firsthand. The man simply gaped at her briefly. “Oh, right. Sorry. Of course you have a boyfriend. You’re beautiful and sweet.”

Good taste. That’s all he had. Harry was taking heavy breaths. He wondered if the man noticed Harry was ready to smack his head into the display case. “You’re very kind,” she said gently. “Thank you for coming in. If you decide you want to do a big order for your holiday, I do have an online order form that’s a bit easier to fill out ahead of time. Ensures you’ll get everything you want,” she handed him a card for her website.

“Thank you,” he said gratefully. “I hope your boyfriend treats you well. You’re very sweet.”

“He’s more than I deserve,” her voice dripped with adoration and Harry truly couldn’t remember to stay mad at him when she spoke about himself in the sweetest, kindest way.

The man cleared his throat, nodded. “Right of course. That’s good.”

“Come again soon!” She smiled gently and he made his way to the exit.

Harry followed him and dropped the sign she had for a quick lunch hour when she was alone. Maeve would be in later to relieve her for the evening, but Harry needed a minute now.

“Harry,” she said gently.

“Do they all flirt with you like that?” He asked.

“No,” she shook her head. “Most people know I’m taken—he’s not from around here. I didn’t mean to upset you. I hope I didn’t—”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Cupcake.”

She frowned. “Oh.”

“M’jus’ mad that they don’t know y’have me,” he grumbled. “Come with me,” he started. Then he pulled her outside, toward the parking lot.

“Well, if you want, I can tattoo your name on my forehead. Would that help?”

“Are you patronizing me, Cupcake?”

“Where are we going?”

“Will you jus’ follow me? Please?”

“I don’t really have a habit of following people places when I don’t know where I’m going,” she reminded him. Good. Perfect. It would work exactly as he hoped. It wasn’t supposed to be now, but there was no time like the present.

He rolled his eyes, ignored her, and continued to the parking lot. “Jus’… please?”

“I mean, yeah, I clearly follow you anywhere you ask,” she had a smile in her voice and Harry smirked despite how grumpy he was as he continued walking her toward his car. They were parked next to each other, and it was a bit cold, the wind making it chillier. He didn’t give her a minute to grab a jacket so she was cold. She was still in her apron and there was a dusting of flour on it. She smelled like sugar and frosting. He loved her so much it was unbearable at times. “I didn’t know it was this cold out,” she crossed her arms to rub them for warmth. “It’s so nice though, really.”

He unlocked his car and opened the center console.

“I love when it’s cooler for the holidays it feels more authentic, you know? I would kill for a white Christmas. I don’t think it’s snowed on or around Christmas in years. Ooh, I should buy spray paint of fake snow for the window. Maybe when Maeve gets in, we could head to the craft store? I also think we need to grab something for dinner as well so—”

With the door still open and her babbling about the weather, he turned and opened the small box that was in his hands. “Will you marry me?” He asked.

Her jaw fell open in the middle of her sentence as she inspected the ring. It was looped around a necklace charm. He intended for her to wear her ring around her necklace since it would be hard to wear her ring while working with dough and batter. He didn’t want it to get caught on things or make her life harder. That was the last thing he wanted the symbol of his love to do.

“Harry,” she managed to gasp.

“I love you so incredibly much,” he should have prepared something. Because he wasn’t nervous. Not really. The most important thing was they loved each other and that was it. But Harry rambled a lot when he was nervous. In a way that didn’t make sense. But he wasn’t really nervous. “I asked your dad and I had Maeve help pick out the ring. I’ve been staring at it for weeks and I felt so awful that y’wouldn’t be able t’wear it while y’worked so I got this necklace and if y’don’t like it, s’fine, y’don’t have to wear it while y’work. People don’t have t’know. I know you tell them you’re taken like y’jus did, but wouldn’t it be nice if y’didn’t have t’do that? That everyone jus’ knew I was all yours? M’tired of being your boyfriend because that guy was right, y’deserve t’be treated so well Cupcake, and I love you and s’time.”

Nothing he said made sense—except that he loved her. But Harry didn’t need to make sense because she would know what he meant. He really didn’t even feel nervous because if she said no, it would be for some ridiculous reason. He could just beg and remind her that her dad said it was okay.

Maybe he was the smallest bit nervous.

His stomach was in knots and if he just had a second to throw up really quick in the middle of the parking lot since his stomach didn’t get the memo that he wasn’t supposed to be nervous.

She turned around without acknowledging him. “Put it on.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Kitten, y’don’t have to—”

“Harry, put my ring on me right now or so help me,” she ordered, her voice catching slightly, and pulled her braid out of the way to make it easier.

Harry smiled, his hands shook a little as he pulled the necklace from the box, clasped it at the back of her neck. “This is better than a tattoo,” she murmured as he gently pulled the braid back to the back of her head. She spun around quickly, pulled Harry toward her, and kissed him. They leaned against her car as he kissed her, his hands cupping the sides of her face and his thumbs stroking against her cheekbones. She moaned softly against his lips, and the wind didn’t even feel cold anymore. She pulled away. “Really?” She whispered.

“Really what?”

“You want to marry me?” She asked.

“Cupcake,” he rolled his eyes. “I wanted t’have you all t’myself the moment I met you,” he pulled her hips back toward him, so they then leaned back against his car. “Since you dinged m’car.”

She sighed looking slightly down around his hip at the little spot that started their relationship. “Mmm,” she hummed. “I do make an impression, don’t I?” She smiled, her eyes still watery.

“Why are y’crying, kitten, baby?” He whispered, brushing his thumbs beneath her eyes.

“Because I love you so much, and I’m so happy and feel so lucky and—” Her voice caught. “You want to marry me?”

“More than anything,” he smiled at her in a way that made her feel so utterly precious. It made her stomach drop out, her head spun. “I love you jus’ as much. I wanted t’wait until Christmas, but…” he shrugged with a sweet, shy smile once more. Softly, he kissed the middle of her forehead and pulled her toward him, falling back against his car again. He cupped the side of her head against his shoulder, almost shielding her body from the wind.

His body was so warm, (but she was nearly hot now that Harry had proposed to her). She was overwhelmed with love for Harry and how he proposed to her in the middle of her favorite busy season. How he asked her father. How he asked Maeve for help. How he did it just because he loved her in the middle of the day and couldn’t wait a minute longer.

“Harry,” she asked softly.

“What m’love?” He kissed her hair again.

“I think this calls for a cupcake. It’s a happy moment.”

He chuckled softly, nodded, and nudged her forward to her shop again. “All my moments are happy with you, Cupcake.”

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