You pause and sniff the air. It smells of.... food. Delicious food. After starving yourself for two weeks, you decide to finally eat something. But only a few bites. As you walk into a bakery, a waft of cream-puff-smelling air floods into your face. You walk over to the counter. You ask for a cream puff, two doughnuts, and a chocolate chip cookie. You decide you don't want a few bites. You decide to devour all of your food. Feeling embarressed, you throw away your now empty plates. You feel as if people are watching, judging... Thinking, 'Wow that fat pig. She must never stop eating.' You turn your head to look backwards, when suddenly, BOOM! You bump into the baker as he emerges from the kitchen door, stepping backwards with his pateries. You fall and his tray of pasteries fall on top of you. You close your eyes, trying to fight tears. He quickly turns around, appologizing rapidly. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I really am. Are you alright?" As you open your eyes, ready to say DO I LOOK ALRIGHT? But then, you stop. You stare into the guy's big green eyes, you can't help but notice the shine in his hair, you fall in love with his dimples. And you realize... The baker is Harry Styles.
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