Just The Baker Boy

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  • Published: 15 Aug 2012
  • Updated: 19 Jul 2013
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Camille Amaya has always loved the baker boy that worked with her. She worked at Holmes Chapel Bakery side by side every Saturday, until he decided to furfill his dream on becoming the next big singer. A couple years later she has seen the baker boy she'd loved, turn into the hearthrob in a boy band called One Direction. When he comes back home from his world tour and calls her to hang out like they used to would he be the same boy she fell in love with years before?

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29. Memories

Besides all the limitations I thought Liam had with restoring his beautiful relationship with Danielle, she gladly took him back! Fifteen minutes after Liam left to ask Danielle back she quickly agreed! Nevertheless, everything was falling into place. The boy were going to perform in less then five minutes in Madalay Bay and the energy was pumping backstage. I stood along next to the boys as they warmed up their vocal chords. They practiced the C-scale then D-scale and so forth until they complete the octave. Harry practices his high notes for Gotta Be You as Zayn pinches his bum to reach. (I promise you, they're normal!)

The show begins and I can hear the crowd from backstage. They scream words out, but I can't seem to understand them, but it was great to hear the supportive and crazed fans my baker boy and his boys have. I smile and just imagine how much fun Harry is having upstair. A memory from the past pops up in my head from the bakery.

Harry was mopping the floor at the end of the day. It was a Friday which was always the busiest day of the week. Harry and I have been working together for about a good two weeks.  His hair was shorter yet curlier than now. He looked as if some driectioners would call 'fetus Harry.' That name came odd to me when his fame was evolving.

"Camille," Harry said looking up at me with his Holmes Chapel Bakery cap on. I pushed in a chair in a table and looked up at him.

"Yes?" I say back pushing a small slip of hair behind my ear.

Harry leaned against the tip of the mop. "You know that I'm in a band, right?" he says.

"What? No way. Do you play an instrument?" I ask curiuosly. I coudn't imagine how much more charming Harry could be.

Harry brushed his right hand through his curls on his forehead, "No. Unless the triangle counts. I sing."

My face gives a suprising face. I honestly could not believe it. Even if he sang he wouldn't be too good, right?

"No way. Prove it," I say with a smirk. I go around wiping tables with my towel.

Harry exhaled and laughed. "You want me to show you if I can sing?" He stands up from his mop. "Fine. Give me a song." He wipes the floor and looks back at me.

My stomach dropped at the fact that he actually agreed to this. I place my pointer on my chin and lead my eyes to the roof as if a song was written on the ceiling. "Hmmm. How about Valerie? By Amy Winehouse, ofcourse."

Harry shrugs his shoulders and begins to sing the jazzy toon by the remarkable Amy hit. His voice was a bit higher than now, but it was when I completely knew that I was into him. He was charmng, sweet, funny, and talented! His curls move with him as he starts dancing comedicly.

I laugh as Harry keeps dancing to his own voice. He was being silly. He grabbed his mop and danced with it as it was a dance partner. I lean against a table laughing and smiling.

I remember this moment as the first moment Harry and I became friendsas I come back to modern times. I sit backstage smiling until I see Harry running towards me in the dressing room.

What? Wasn't he supposed to be on stage? I didn't notice what happened on stage for him to come down since I was stuck on a memory. Harry comes and grabs my hand with his cheeky smiling.

"Harry! Harry! What's going on?" I ask as he tugs me to the stage floor. Music was blasting from the inside. Why did he drag me to the stage door?

He turns to me when our faces are less than in inch apart. "Trust me."

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