Ellen's POV:
"I'm positive. I just want to be with you tonight."
"Your wish is my command," he laughed, offering me yet another bite of ice cream and I couldn't help but smile.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked after a few minutes. Other than him?
"I don't know. We could get take away from somewhere," I shrugged.
"I can run to In-N-Out. Or just go to Trader Joe's or something."
"We could make burgers here! Perfect!" I squealed.
"Alright love," he chuckled, kissing my forehead and closing the ice cream. "Let's go get some clothes on." Taking one last look at his bare, tattooed torso, I hopped off the counter and followed him back up the stairs.
"I have to find my bra," I laughed as he rushed me to get ready. "Sorry I can't just pull on a t-shirt and look sexy."
"I think you look sexy in just a t-shirt," he smirked as I turned away from him to pull on the black, lacy, bra.
"Charming." Rolling my eyes as I pulled on the outfit I previously had on and some flats, I threw my hair into a bun and made my way down the stairs with him.
"Do you wanna take your bike, or the car?"
"We can take the car." Shrugging as we walked into the garage, I carefully opened the passenger door of my Navigator. Grabbing Harry's free hand as we made our way through Los Angeles traffic, I smiled widely at him. Finally reaching the grocery store, we both got out and he tightly grabbed my hand before kissing my temple as we walked inside. My phone vibrated in my hand with a text from Gemma.
How are you and lover boy? 😏
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head before responding.
At the grocery store.
Ooooo public sex. I didn't think you had it in you.
Gem, you're crazy.
😏😏😏😏😏
😏😏😏😏😏🌽😏
ignore the corn omg
I'm literally peeing my pants😂😂
Shut up.
See you tomorrow, love.
"What's so funny?" Harry murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist as I looked up at the array of ground beef.
"Just texting Gemma," I shrugged, smiling as I leaned into his toned chest.
"You weren't talking about me, were you?"
"Oh yes, Harry. Making jokes about your man bun."
"Hey!" he squealed boyishly. "You love this man bun." I stared at his dimpled smile before he gave me a small peck and then kissing my forehead.
"I do," I grinned. "So, what kind of meat should we get?"
"Dunno," he shrugged, his chin resting on my shoulder.
"Alright, we'll just grab this one then," I shrugged, leaning forward and picking up the cold package before tossing it in the cart. 12 Aisles, six bananas and a few dropped grapes later, we were standing in the checkout line. Checking my phone, it was blown up with twitter and Instagram notifications.
"We've been outed," I teased, showing Harry the tweet with a link to an article.
Harry and the Future Mrs. practice being domestic!!
Who wouldn't want Harry's banana?
Harry Styles, 22, of the world monopoly boyband one direction was spotted in Trader Joe's with his ever so awesome fiancée Ellen Canniff, 20. The two were first spotted in the meat section, cutely deciding on what they'd have for dinner before making their way to produce and trying to catch grapes in their mouths as seen in the Instagram clip below.
There were a few more pictures of the beautiful couple goofing around and sharing laughs probably taken by fans crying in the ice cream aisle. That's where I would be. So cute.
Anyway, tomorrow, the two will celebrate their engagement with family and friends at 1 oak in Los Angeles. It is said that the two have already decided when and where they will get married and they'll be announcing the date at the engagement party. Let's keep our fingers crossed it's in America!
"So when did we decide on a date?" I laughed.
"I don't know," Harry chuckled along with me.
"I'd want to do it in June or July. That way it'll be not too hot or not too cold."
"It's gonna be hot unless we do it in the fall."
"How about spring?" he smiled.
"How about November? Before thanksgiving?" I countered.
"How about next July and you plan it all?" Harry chuckled as the line began to move.
"Oh no, my ever so sexy man.You have impeccable taste. You're helping with planning too. But next July it is."
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