Harry Pop Tart Novels & Stories

Harry quietly took in the aroma of the food. He tried to appear indifferent, but his ears caught every sound from the kitchen—the sizzle of the frying pan, the clatter of plates, even Arabella’s light footsteps. A few minutes later, Arabella appeared with a plate in her hands. She placed it on the dining table before turning to pour a cup of black coffee. “It’s ready,” she said softly. Harry glanced at the breakfast on the table. The pancakes looked soft, drizzled with glistening honey. Scrambled eggs sat golden and fluffy on the side of the plate.

Dallas sprawls before me, already buzzing with early morning traffic. "Mommy! Aunt Freda made pancakes shaped like dinosaurs!" Harry's excitement crackles through the speaker, instantly lifting my mood. "That sounds amazing, baby. Did you eat your fruit too, or just the dinosaur pancakes?" There’s a pause from the other end of the line. "I ate...some grapes." "How many grapes, Harry Anderson?" "Three. But they were really big grapes, Mommy!" I can't help but smile as I head to the bathroom, phone pressed to my ear.

On one of those days, I was starting to pack up when the front bell suddenly rang and a tall handsome man stepped in. “I am sorry, are you closing already? I was dying for some cupcakes…” His smooth, calming voice stole my breath away, and it took a couple of seconds before I realized that I had finally gotten a customer. “Yes, sure!” I jumped, hurrying to serve him. “By the way, my name is Harry… you must be the new damsel in the pack.” He introduced himself, and the rest, they say, was history. Harry and I became very good friends. His genuine love for my pastries made him invite even more of his friends, which in turn helped my business to pick up.

“Do you promise you won’t judge me?” “Scout’s honor, but before we get to that, here is your midnight treat,” Harry said, placing a sterling silver tray on the stand next to Pierce. As much as he wanted to indulge in the finest cigar that could ever grace a person’s lip, he passed it for the celebratory drink. He had two kids on the way, and a cigar would do nothing for him but give him temporary pleasure and a higher risk of a chronic disease. “You changed your mind on the cigar?” “Yeah.”

"What have you got in here, huh? Tybalt needs something warm-" "He likes porridges." Harry takes out a small casserole and filled it in with the right amount of water. "Mind you that Tybalt hates salty food," he smirks. I could not hide the smile on my face. I take back the thing I said about these three not caring for each other, just look at Harry, making food for his sick older brother. Perhaps it is because that they had been with one another for years because of the band, but you can really see that he is doing this for Tybalt.

Harry hesitated for a second before he tried to give it a bite. The whole time, Sienna kept an eye on him. She was a little flabbergasted when she saw that the noble Master Harry had actually eaten the wild fruit. She had to inquire, “Is it sour?” “It's very sweet.” “Really?” Sienna was a little suspicious. Seeing that Harry didn’t bat an eyelid or look like he was faking it, she took one of the fruits from the bamboo basket and took a bite. She made a face after taking that first bite.

He made sure to cover every possible want from fish chips, frog legs, catfish nuggets, stuffed shrimp and a plethora of other items. “Damn Sam, did you purchase the entire store?” I said looking at the meals they continued to set on the table. “We wanted to make sure we had a little bit of something for everyone,” Poppie said as she sat down on the floor pillows on the other side of the cocktail table. “I see, well there is something for everyone.” “Everything looks delicious,” Brian said as I handed him a container containing an entire meal. “Good to have you back, Mr. Peabody.” Poppie said smiling.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

I put on a hoodie, and put my hair up in a loose bun, exposing the hickey just like Asher had asked me to do. I skipped down the stairs into the kitchen.I got out a pop tart and opened it. I also got out a glass and filled it with orange juice.The scent of mint and pine sap filled the air making my knees weak. I felt warm arms wrap around my waist sparks stung at my skin.Asher's warm lips started to kiss down my jaw then headed down my neck. He kissed his hickey once again then spun me around planting his lips on mine. I kissed him back with such force. our lips moved in sync, then I remembered my pop tart.I broke the kiss and snatched my pop tart up taking a huge bite out of it."Wait was th

He promptly stood up and followed Arosh. Arosh promptly saw Harry remaining external the coffeehouse. He quickly moved toward him and welcomed him. "Goodness, Harry, it's late, for what reason would you like to see me?" Arosh asked as she grinned at him. "I simply need to listen for a minute I did, I recently completed that today. Trust you like it." Harry then gave over the paper pack. Arosh took a gander at it, a figure of a lady who appeared to be moving artful dance with blossoms all over.