Old friends

The sun poured through the windows as I drove to work. It was around ten o'clock, the day was Tuesday and it was the month of June.
I folded up the sleeves of my checked shirt before pulling into the side of the road across from the bakery that my family own. Before I got out and locked the now extremely stuffy truck, I rolled down the window a touch so some air could circulate the car. Thank god I don't have leather seats on a scorcher of a day like this! I got out, quickly locking the old Chevy and jogged across the road.
As I entered the bakery I breathed in the familiar scent of baking bread and heard the chimes tingle above my head, signalling my arrival.

My gran rushed out from the back of the bakery, her apron sprinkled with flour, and looked frantically at me.

"Is your father not back?" She asked me.

I looked at her in confusion before shaking my head.

"No, I thought he was here with you?"

"No...He left about half and hour ago to go and fetch some more flour." She replied.

No wonder she looks knackered! She's been left here on her own to run the bakery.
I grabbed an apron and turned back to my gran.

"You go on home gran, I'll cover here until dad gets back. I'll manage." I smiled before adding, "It's my shift anyway!"

She looked at me in delight.

"Oh you're a wonderful boy, Harry! I don't know what I'd do without you."

She wasted no time in untying her apron stings and discarding of it in the laundry before coming over and planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Thanks, son."

I smiled cheerfully before opening the door for her.
Now, time I go catch up on orders...

***

My dad finally arrived back an hour later, his only excuse was that he had a wonderful surprise for my mum later on. It was their anniversary the next day, so that made sense.

I love working in the bakery with my dad. It let's us get some guy time before going home and seeing mum and my sisters. Don't get me wrong, I love the women in my family, but when you have 4 sisters, it gets a bit tiring.

The youngest of the Styles' kids is Ellie. She is four years old and is just about to start school.
Next to her are Lauren and Gabriella. They are fifteen year old twins and can sometimes be a right pain in the arse.
Then there's me. Harold Styles, twenty years old and the only boy.
I have one more sister, Annabelle, she's twenty-three. She's the oldest of us all, and in training to be a detective for the police.

My shift finishes at four o'clock, so I'm cleaning up and preparing to leave. Once I have put everything away and wiped up the mess, I call "Goodbye" to my dad and exit the bakery. As I begin to cross the road, someone catches my eye as they walk by my truck. He looks to be about the same age as me. I shake it off and continue towards the truck. As I get in and slams the door, I can't help but watch him leave. I don't know him, but why does he look so familiar?

Notes

Hey guys! I've started a new story as u can see:p you may have noticed that I took my other stories down and I'm sorry but they were shit and I hated them so....

anyway, I hope you'll like this one! The updating won't be constant bc school and band and stuff but rate/subscribe/comment away!

Bye, Annie x