Motherfrick Wattpad was under maintenance and I couldn't update like how annoying ugh.

and sorry for the short chapter omg don't hate me blame school because it's a bitch and i gotta study a lot cos important 2 years of high school cos college and ugh i'm stressed


Kelsey’s POV:

          “He was an absolute darling!” Barbara smiled as the two of us sat in the corner of the bakery, each of us eating a slice of cheesecake. “One of the best workers I had here, I reckon.”

          I smiled as both of us looked over at Harry, who stood behind the counter laughing along with the other slightly elderly women. We were at the bakery he used to work at, and all the women who still work here were gushing over Harry, thrilled that they were seeing him again. I even met Barbara, who I learned used to pinch Harry’s butt when he worked here.

          We had been here in Holmes Chapel for two days now, and so far, Harry and I had a movie night with Robin and Anne and even went out for dinner with them, though it wasn’t the same without Gemma. And now, here at the bakery that he used to work at, I can actually see how happy he is being here. All the women here love him – why wouldn’t they? And it was so adorable seeing how happy they all were when Harry walked into the bakery.

          “Yeah, he was really excited to come down here,” I tell her with a pleasant smile. “And I see he’s pretty good with the ladies,” I add with a laugh.

          Barbara lets out a laugh as well, finishing off her cake. “He’s a sweetheart,” she smiles.

          Harry and I stay for a while, until it’s time for the bakery to close up and the two of us then leave. As Harry and I sit in his car, I lean against the door to face Harry. “They were all so sweet,” I tell him with a smile.

          A smile grew on Harry’s face as he drove down the road. “I know,” he says, “that’s why I worked with them. They all are great women.”

          “Do you miss working there? Barbara was telling me you always used to have fun when you worked there,” I say as Harry stops at a red light.

          “It was fun while it lasted,” Harry replies, turning his head to give me a cute smile. “Anyway, I think it did them some good when I left – I was a horrible baker.”

          I let out a laugh, shaking my head as Harry started driving once again. The two of us then headed back to Harry’s house, but I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw that Harry drove past the road towards his house.

          “Uh, Harry, you missed the turn,” I tell him, frowning.

          “I know,” he grins, glancing at me before looking back at the road. “We’re heading to Robin’s bungalow. He’s letting us stay there for a couple of days.”

          “But our stuff?”

          “It’s all in the boot of the car,” he says, “I put them in there when I picked you and Mum up from lunch.”

          I shook my head, chuckling slightly. He’s thought this all out.


          “This is some killer chicken roast, Harry,” I praise him as I bite into my dinner, “you’re a much better cook than I thought.”

          Harry smiles victoriously, sipping his Sprite. “I may be a horrid baker, but I can cook.”