I wake up by my phone beeping, it's time to go to work. I yawn as I sit up, I feel really exhausted. My mind wouldn't stop working last night, I thought about everything that happened during dinner and of course what happened before he left. Did I misinterpret the whole date? I thought we hit it off really good, the conversation flowed on well and we laughed a lot. I groan before pulling myself out of bed and pulling a pair of jeans on and a hoodie. It's a hoodie-day today. I don't really feel like dressing up. I actually feel like getting back into bed and staying there the rest of the day, but I can't do that to Lea who would be alone at The Bakery if I did.

After splashing water on my face, brushing my teeth and putting my shoes on, I walk out into the rain and groan. Why didn't I look out the window before leaving my apartment? I walk back to get my umbrella and then head out into the pouring rain. It's a good thing to live so close to work, I don't have to take the buss or walk for too long. I soon reach to the door of The Bakery. It's locked since no ones there yet and I pull my keys out and open up the door. I put my umbrella and jacket in the little room behind the disk, before I start taking the chairs down from the tables. When I'm done I start making the sandwiches for todays breakfast and that's when Lea walks through the door.

“Hi.” She say very happily.

“Hello.” I answer, my voice not as happy. I'd really like to lay on the couch watching movies right now.

“What's with you?” She asks, feeling my bitterness.

“Just tired.” I say and continue with the sandwiches.

“Oh, really?” She say and as I look over at her, her eyebrows is jumping up and down. “What did you do last night?” She's teasing. I give her an irritated stare and go back to the sandwiches. “Oh, sorry!” she pulls back, holding her hands up. After putting her things in the back room, she comes to stay beside me. “What happened?” She asks, now in a sweet voice. I sigh.

“I don't know. I guess I misinterpreted the hole thing.” I say and sigh as I put a couple finished sandwiches away.

“What do you mean?” She's standing with her back against the counter and looking at me. I keep my eyes down at what I'm doing, still a little embarrassed over the whole thing.

“I thought he was about to kiss me goodnight, when he didn't.” I say and go to open up the cash register. The images flashing through my head. Ah! He definitely think I'm a looser now.

“I'm sorry!” Lea say and hug me from behind. I can't keep from smiling, she's a very affectionate person. “So you think that's it?” She asks as she lets go of me.

“Yeah! It's not like he's going to call after that. I was pretty obvious as to what I had thought.” I sigh again as the doors open and our first customer comes through.

“Don't worry, I'll find you someone else.” She say, making me laugh. She's insane.

“No thank you, I'll manage on my own.” I say before turning towards the man standing in front of the disk. “Hi, how can I help you?” I ask and Lea goes to fix some cookies.



“Oh my gawd!” Lea say as she brings her phone up after the breakfast crowed has slowed and we get a little break before the lunch starts. We need to make salads and sandwiches but we get a little time to drink some water and take a breath.

“What?” I ask, taking a sip of my water as she stares at me with a huge grin.

“I just got an text from Harry.” I frown at her words.

“So?” I ask a little irritated. I don't want to know that he's texting her, what is he flirting with her now?

“He is asking if it's too early to call a girl the day after a date?” She say, raising her eyebrow and look a little cockily at me. What? He said what? “So...is it?” She asks, nudging me in the side.

“Eh...I don't know...no?” I look questioningly at her.

“What do you mean you don't know? Do you want him to call you today or not?” She ask, getting frustrated with me. I can't believe he even wants to call me.

“Yeah...I just thought...maybe he, not...to want.” I say, making no sense. I frown at myself. Lea laughs at me and text an answer, I have no idea what she say in it.

“What did you write?” I ask as she puts her phone down and starts fixing the salads.

“Just that he should call.” She say and I can't keep the smile from forming on my face. Why is this making me so thrilled? Do I like him? I mean like, like him? I don't know. I really liked spending time with him, he is funny and kind and I guess I wanted him to kiss me. Argh! Stop thinking so damn much. I start making sandwiches and keep my mind on those.

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I set down my keys on the kitchen counter as I pull my jacket of and hangs it on the chair. I feel so tired, it was a long day with so little sleep. Now it's six and I don't even know what I want to eat, but I'm starving. I really should make something, I order in way too much. But after a day of baking and making sandwiches, you're not really in the mood to cook. I open my fridge to find it totally empty. I sigh as I shut it and lean back against the counter. So...order food or going to the grocery store? Order!

I pull on a clean shirt as I hear the doorbell ring. Finally the food is here, perfect timing – I've just gotten out of the shower. I walk out, getting my wallet on the way and open the door to stop in shock. My heart stops a second before it starts up in double speed.

“Hi.” His smooth british accent say with a grin.

“Hi?” I feel utterly confused.

“Someone ordered food?” He holds up the paper bag containing food.

“Yeah? What are you doing here?” I ask, feeling so weird and suddenly realizing that I'm wearing sweats and with no makeup. Harry on the other hand look handsome in blue jeans and a black jacket.

“Just thought I would surprise you, and by looking at your face – I did.” He chuckles.

“You did. Is that my food?” I ask and step aside for him to come in.

“Yes, I payed the guy, he stood outside when I got here.” He say and takes his shoes of before entering my apartment.

“Oh, then I should pay you back.” I say opening my wallet to get some money.

“No, no. Don't worry about it. It's on me.” He say with a smile. I feel very uncomfortable. I was not expecting this and I don't even know what to say.

“Oh, thank you.” I mumble before walking into the kitchen. “Do you want some?” I offer as I pull a plate out. “I've gotten enough.” I add when I see him hesitate.

“Okey, sure. Why not.” He say and put the bag down on the counter as he looks around. I feel the nerves play in my body as I look at him, watching my bookshelf. He's actually in my apartment. I feel a little unsure as he looked at the stuff I have in my living room. He wore a grey sweater under his jacket and it fits perfectly, showing his toned body. I walk over to put the plates, two classes of water and then the bag with food on the table in the living room. I pull out the food and is thankful that I ordered so much, I had actually thought that I would get leftovers for the next two days.

“Wow, that's a lot of food.” He say as he sits down on the couch. I smile at him and sits down on a pillow on the floor, turning the TV on.

“So why did you come here?” I ask, trying not to sound rude with my question, I'm actually interested to why he would come after the thing that happened last night.

“Lea told me I should.” He say and shrug.

“She did? And you listened to her?” I ask, baffled. She had lied to me. That sneaky son of a bitch!

“Yeah, I thought she might be smart since she was the one who told me to go out with you in the first place.” He say and chuckles. I nod my head and smiled, feeling my cheeks turning pink. That means he probably wanted to see me again.

“Dig in.” I say as I take a spring roll. I turn to the TV to scan the channels, stopping at some comedy movie.

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“No, that can't be true, I don't believe you.” I say as I look at him doubtfully. We're both sitting on the floor now, sitting beside each other as the movie run in the background. I sit with my back against the couch, my knees up against my chest as he leans his side to the couch, his body towards me.

“It's true, I promise you that!” He say and chuckle. I really do love his laughter, I could laugh just by listening to it, he sound so happy. I laugh a lot when I talk to Harry, not just by the crazy things he tells me but how weird and funny he is. It's so amusing.

“Well, I don't know if I can trust you.” I say a little jokingly.

“You can.” He simply say and his hand lightly stroke the bare skin on my shoulder, giving me goosebumps. I quickly look away, staring at the TV. I feel my face heating a little as I try to concentrate on the images on the screen and not his presence beside me. My breathing kicked up a little, but I try to hide it as best as I can. I can feel him staring at me, but I can't permit myself to look at him.

As I feel his hand stroke my back and caress my neck, I close my eyes. The warmth of his hand is wonderful through my shirt. He makes small circles on my skin and I open my eyes and look over at him. He has a serious look on his face and I stare into his deep green eyes. I'm not going to show how much I want him to kiss me, not ever again. He looks down at my lips and up at my eyes again. I try to read his mind, but it's impossible.

He lean closer, but I sit perfectly still, feeling my heart beat hard against my chest. As he's an inch away from my lips he stop and look into my eyes, looking for approval. I feel his warm breath against my face and my breathing get heavier. He doesn't move closer, probably since I haven't given any indication to approval. I lean forward and as our lips touch, I close my eyes. His hand behind my neck push me closer to him. His lips are soft and slow. When he leans back I smile at him and his lovely grin. He takes my hand and play with my fingers as we sit for a little while just bathing in each other's presence, before he have to go.

“So, I'll see you on friday?” Harry say as he hold my hand beside the door.

“Yeah, I'll see you then.” I say and smile. He lean over and give me a soft kiss on the lips before he heads out the door. I go back to the couch and sit down. He actually kissed me this time. It was nice, it really was, but there was something in the back of my head that said that it wasn't as good as something else. I've felt more with another person. I sigh loud. Do I have to compare everything to the nameless guy? His not even real, sort of, not present at least. I might even exaggerate everything with him too. Maybe it wasn't as good as I remembered, it might just be my imagination. I don't even know his name, so fuck him! I groan as I turn the lights off and go to bed. I play the kiss with Harry over and over in my head.

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