Harry sat at the kitchen table watching the two siblings play fight, calmly eating his cinnamon cereal. Florence woke Harry up that morning by apologising profusely to him about how she should've slept on the couch and how he should've slept in her bed.
It was just before lunch when they ate their breakfast which consisted of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal and chocolate milk. After they ate, they went upstairs and got changed out of their pyjamas and into day clothes.
"How much money do you have?" Harry asked her as he went through his wallet.
"Enough. You?"
"Same here." He slid his wallet into his back pocket. "Should we go?"
"Yes. We should." She grinned and skipped out of the house. "Bye Tobe-Tobe!"
Harry followed Florence to the nearest bottle shop which was just down the road where they immediately started looking for drinks for the concert.
"Wine?" She suggested.
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They walked past the bored-looking man at the counter with long shaggy hair and went to the aisle with a large selection of different types of wine and started looking for the most appealing labels. "So, just to be clear, I'm a white wine drinker," Florence said, looking at a bottle of rosé.
"That's fine," Harry mumbled back as he inspected the label of a bottle.
"Okay, cool, but, I only drink white wine. And up until yesterday, I was under the impression that you only drank red wine. But I guess I was wrong?" She set the bottle down and walked closer to him.
Harry looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "I see where you're going with this." He set the bottle back on the shelf. "Um, I don't drink red wine, I drink white wine. I have always liked drinking white wine.."
"So you don't like red wine... at all?"
"Correct."
"So this doesn't do anything?" Florence smirked and pulled up the front of her shirt, making Harry look away and cover his eyes. "Huh, nothing happening to Styles Jr."
"Yes." Harry looked back at her cautiously as she lowered her shirt.
"The people in this town are very accepting about people's taste in wines, just so you know." Florence raised her eyebrows and grabbed a bottle, inspecting the ingredients.
Harry nodded in understanding. "Few people know that I drink white wine and it's not that I don't want people to know, I would just rather keep that to the few people that know."
"Ok, cool." She shrugged it off. They both turned back to the shelves. "So what do you actually want?" She laughed.
"I do actually like red wine," Harry chuckled and took two bottles of red wine off the shelves, putting them in the basket. "Maybe two bottles of white?"
Florence nodded and grabbed two bottles of white wine, placing them in the basket. The both of them walked into a different aisle and Harry nearly squealed at the selection of tequila the small liquor store had in stock.
"Oh shit, you're a tequila drinker." Florence laughed as Harry lifted a bottle of his favourite brand of tequila and kissed it.
"Light of my life," Harry grabbed another three bottles, putting them in the now heavy basket. "Fire of my loins."
"That's enough alcohol for today," Florence suggested as they walked up to the counter to pay. "And no more quoting Lolita again, please."
"ID?" The man behind the counter asked flatly.
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