Just The Baker Boy

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  • Published: 15 Aug 2012
  • Updated: 19 Jul 2013
  • Status: Complete
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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26. The Arena, Harry and I

We arrive from the bus to the back of the grand Mandalay Bay hotel. It is nearly two hours before showtime, but already ther must be atleast 70 fans outside anticipating to catch of glimpse of the boys that I was all day. All of us run to the backdoor before any of the 1D fanatics see us. Paul opens the gray door for us as we walk into the bright white hallway. We all immaditely head to the dressing room while I swallow a bit a saliva of the thought of seeing Liam.

Harry stood by my side as we walked to the dressing room and opened the doors. Zayn and Niall opened the door for us as I see Liam waving at his laptop saying "Hey look who have arrived!"

Louis, who was next to Harry, runs to the red couch where Liam sat on and said, "Hello!" while waving the screen whose reflection had brightened both of their faces.

I give a small smile to see Louis' enthusiasm to say give a greeting to the fans. I hear a thump while seeing Zayn and Niall who took a seat on top of the dressing counter under the yellow lights over the mirror that hung on the wall. Harry took his hand and placed in on my lower back as I look toward his way. I see him come toward me to my right ear. He slowly wispers with a sexy deep mutter "Let's head to the stage. I want to hear you play more piano." I quickly beam at the words he spoke to me. Harry grabs my hand that was on my side with the hand he had on my back and pulled to the door. From the corner of my eye I see a small faint look on Liam's face as Harry pulls me away.

We walk out to the well-lighted hallway and make our way to the stairs behind a black door. We climb the stairs onto the black door that would lead Harry and I to the stage. I open it while I walk in with Harry on my tail. We open to the image of the grand auditorium where the boys will play later today.

I feel Harry's tug to me to the keyboard where I played which was on the right side of the stage. I look down and see all the keys waiting to be played by me.

"Play me something" Harry says softly with his deep voice. I look to him to see a small smile on his face. His hair is pushed away from his green eyes who seem to be plead for me to play.

I turn away and look down to the keyboard and press the On button. I look back at Harry and he nods. I give again a shy smile and turn back tot he keyboard. I place my fingers on a couple of white keys and begin to play a familiar tune. That tune on which Harry humned two years ago at a bakery. That tune on which he sang for the first time he showed himself to the world.

Harry gives his laugh and begins to sing the tune of Isn't She lovely. I smile as I look down to my fingers as they gently jump from note to note creating the melody we both knew of. Harry's voice is a great companion to the jazzy melody that plays through the stereos of the whole room. His voice makes me smile like an idiotic fan realising that I was witnesing Harry Styles sing, but to me he was just the baker boy who coincedently is one of Earth's most known modern musician. His voice and my playing echoed through the arena being the only thing in such a large room making music.

I play the final trill on two black keys and a chord with a couple of notes up the keys. I turn off the keyboard to hear as the last echoes flow through in waves till they all disapeared. I turn to Harry who smiles aswell.

"You would choose that song," Harry says with a small giggle. His eyes sparkled as he beamed his dimply smile at me. He was so charming.

I smile at his joke and turn away from his eyes. He softly puts a hand on my cheek turned way from him and pulls my eyes to his.

"You don't have to be shy with me," Harry says with his green eyes sparkling. He slowly closes his eyes and leans towards me. I close my eyes until our two lips meet. As our lips move softly I feel his hands wrapping around my lower and my hands working up his neck. Harry pulls me against his warm body as we continue to kiss.

There were millions of girls who would love to be in the position I was in. Models, singers, girl that were so much more appicable, but Harry chose the girl that he used to work with. This is ment to be. 

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