Harry Styles Bakery Novels & Stories

Right now, she was probably at school, dropping Harriet off. Holland Store was really a huge supermarket, shelves stretched in every direction, stocked with endless rows of goods, mostly groceries. But we weren’t here for that. Our pantry at home was already full. Today, we were here for Harry’s medicine and some raw milk. I started to notice something strange around me, subtle glances from a few of the customers, their eyes lingering on Harry. My grip on his hand tightened as I glanced around, trying to shake off the strange feeling. What were they staring at? Shoving the unease to the back of my mind, I focused on the task at hand.

I pull into the National trust car park and turn to the children, “Who’s hungry?” “Meeee!” they all chorus. We ramble out of the car and walk over to the café on the site, after going for a much-needed loo break. As we walk through the door of the café we’re greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods, my mouth instantly starts watering. Harry’s face is pressed up against the glass counter as he eye’s up all the delicious food. “That one Mumma pees”, Harry is pointing to a meringue nest coated in fresh cream and strawberries,

"Okay, Mama. All for my wife." Harry quickly entered the pharmacy. "Can I help you, Sir?' "Test Pack." "Wow, you want to get children, sir. The maid in front of him tried to tease him. Harry who heard the servant's teasing was silent. “Twenty-five thousand, sir. Harry immediately took out his fifties. Without waiting for the change, he immediately went to his car and directed the car along the road to his house looking for a vegetable salad seller. After a few minutes, he found a street vendor selling vegetable salad. Asking for a pack

Hazel was exhausted from the tiring routine of the day. In morning she wake up, bath herself and Xavier then dress him up, then preparing breakfast for Harry, Xavier and herself. Then the day start at her Bakery COCO. She prepares customised cakes and desserts. This week she has a big order for arranging a dessert table and 6 tier wedding cake for a wedding. She was super busy this week.

But he must also not forget Sera’s favorite fruit cake. The streets had grown darker along with the skies as he strolled towards the market. His eyes kept on looking back every minute, as something was off today. They had not shown up to ask him again about their offer, which they had kept on doing these past several days. Had they finally stopped and realized Tristan would never accept Lord Chanler’s offer? He hoped so. After buying varieties of spices and other ingredients for their roasted whole chicken, Tristan came to Harry’s Bakery and got the fruit cake Seraphine’s been mentioning about for countless times. She’d finally have it as a whole.

Harry continued leading me to the two-seated table by the glass window facing the busy street. "This place is amazing!" Harry uttered as his eyes roamed around. "We've got lots of cafeterias in my country, but this one is really beyond words!" he kept admiring the interior of the place. Well, I couldn't blame him. He was right. The interior decoration was a mixture of past and modern, mundane, and extraordinary. It was a two-story building with different decorative designs that fitted to different kinds of seasons.