11. Visiting a bakery together. 😊
okay this is short fyi :)):
Harry craned his neck, peering ahead to get a glimpse of the baked goods that were still available in the display case. It was the middle of the lunch rush, and the press of the crowd obscured his view.
“Probably just gonna get a croissant,” he said, biting his lip and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Hmm?” Louis blinked at Harry, brow furrowed like he hadn’t quite heard him. Which made sense. Harry had been mumbling. He was nervous, and he had been mumbling.
“I’m — “ Harry started, shifting to the side a little to let other customers exit the store. “I’m going to get a croissant, I think.”
“Oh,” Louis whispered, his head bobbing in understanding.
“Yeah,” Harry sighed, cringing internally and staring forward at the specials board. He didn’t know how he’d 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. All of his personality seemed to have evaporated, and it felt like he wasn’t even standing normally, his limbs suddenly unwieldy and unfamiliar.
“So —“
“I used to be a baker!” Harry blurted, interrupting Louis and going crimson in the process.
Louis let out a pleased huff of a laugh, though, his eyes sparkling. He leaned in closer, smiling up at Harry. “Okay,” he said, “tell me about that.”
