Bakery Boy || Harry Styles AU

Violet didn't have much to do when she moved to Holmes Chapel, so she decided to get a job at a bakery. Harry, a cute 16-year-old boy works there with her and happens to be interested in her. Only problem is that she's a pretty and popular girl and he's a nerd. Does the bakery bring them together or tear them apart?


4. IV :: Cute Little Baker Boy

Chapter 4

Cute Little Baker Boy

Violet's POV

I walked into the bakery at 10:02, close to perfectly on time. Right when I walked in I saw a cute boy, my age, standing behind the counter and holding an apron, examining it as if to figure it out like it was a puzzle.

That must he Harry, I thought, He's kinda cu–no Violet you have Davis stop it!

"Hi, I'm Violet," I said, breaking the silence.

He looked up at me and smiled, dimples evident. "I'm Harry," He said. "Melanie isn't h-here yet."

I smiled at his stutter of words, walking over to the counter. "What can I do to help?" I ask.

"U-uh, well, you can help make the Monday morning m-muffins," He said. "We make them every Monday morning."

"Is there a certain recipe I need to follow?" I ask.

He nodded. "Here, I-I'll show y-you," He motioned me with his hand behind the counter and to the kitchen. He flipped through a cookbook until he stopped on one page and handed it to me. "You can m-make any of these in this c-category and I'll make t-the rest if you want."

I shook my head, "How about we split the work? I work fast anyways."

He nodded. "Which ones would you like to make?"

I shrugged, "I guess I'll make banana, chocolate chip, and corn."

"O-okay," He said, taking out the other three pages, "I'll d-do these."

I started to get the ingredients out before realized something. "Do you have an extra apron for me?" I asked.

"Sorry," He blushed before grabbing a hold of two aprons. He started to walk to me but I giggled.

"You can just toss it to me. I may be a girl but I can catch," I joked.

He laughed slightly, "And I may be a boy but I can't throw."

I laughed as he placed the white apron in my hands. I placed my head through the hoop and tied the other two strings behind my waist. Finally, I started making the banana muffins before I saw in the corner of my eye, Harry struggling with tying the back knot. I giggled, "You need some help with that?"

He nodded sheepishly and I walked over to him, gently taking the two strings and tying them in a pretty bow. "Thanks," He almost whispered out as I walked back to my station.

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