robbers

1.4

Zoe laid in her bed as she heard grunts from downstairs. She kept still as she heard Harry and Luke both punching each other, or whatever it was that they were doing. Hopefully it didn't require something in a shape of a cucumber penetrating a donut. The girl scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"Oh, Harry was about to get some chiladas in his inchiladas." Luke cooed.

"Shut up!"

Zoe let out a small laugh and finally got up. Before she left her room, she sprayed some perfume on her neck. "Just incase," she whispered. Zoe walked down on the stairs, the grunting finally stopping.

"Hey, babe." Luke said.

Harry gave him a look and Zoe looked purely disgusted. Luke was just weird. The word 'babe' sounded weird coming from him. It was as if a baby bunny had just said 'cûm shots'. You would want to throw up too. Zoe walked up to Luke and slapped him across the head. Harry fist bumped Zoe.

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Two days had passed and still, Zoe didn't know for sure if it was them who stole the one million from Food City. She tried her best to keep far behind her head. Which she kinda succeeded, kinda.

It was surprising how Henry hadn't found out about both teenagers sleeping in the storage in the backyard. If he did know, He was good at hiding it a secret. Either way, Zoe didn't know how long Harry and Luke were going to stay, yet she didn't want to ask just to end up disappointed.

It was a Tuesday and Zoe was determined to tell Henry about the guys. Although she was determined, she felt jittery. What if Henry thought she was a whore-able person.

Both Zoe and Luke searched for a good recipe online. Once they found the right one, they asked for Harry's opinion which was:

"That's some Olive Garden shit."

Which they found as a compliment. As Luke decided to wash some of the shrimp- they decided on Alfredo pasta with shrimp-Harry and Zoe were going out food shopping at Food City for some ingredients needed.

"Ugh why is Taylor Swift on." Harry groaned, then a second later both were singing along Blank Space.

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The smell was way more fresh than Fred's Shop. It was definitely more clean. Both Zoe and Harry got caught up in the smell of the fresh fruits, vegetables, and flowers in display. They walked slowly to each aisle with Harry pushing a shopping cart around. Each time there was something they needed, Zoe would throw the item towards Harry and he would dunk it to the cart, and Zoe would scream, "MLG!"

As Zoe and Harry walked to the ice cream aisle, they began to get closer by each other. Zoe was the first to notice. She blessed herself for remembering to spray the perfume on herself. She wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans hopeful they would turn soft and un moist. On the other hand, Harry slightly moved closer to Zoe captivated by the perfume. He could almost swear it was a for men's perfume.

At some point as they walked calmly-with some kind of tension in the air- their hands brushed slightly, a bolt of electricity jolting from the area in which they made contact. Zoe, not really knowing what to do quickly retrieved her hand and placed it on her neck as if playing with the hem of her shirt. Harry felt rejected.

Zoe finally stopped where the display Ben & Jerry ice cream were.

"So," she coughed,"What kind of ice cream are you nutshells into?"

Harry examined all of the flavors, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. It was a very hard decision.

"Strawberry."

Zoe's jaw dropped. "Mine is too!" All that she was thinking at the moment was: He was perfect for her. They shared the same taste in ice cream, what else could prove he was perfect?

The girl reached over and opened the refrigerated glass door, cold wind hitting her directly on her bare arms and face. She hurried to get two whole containers of ice cream, and a plain vanilla, just in case Luke decided to be a wuss.

"Alright, you have three shots. They are all coming for you." Zoe warned before she began throwing the containers at him. Harry skillfully catched them and dunked them in the cart. The last one was a bit too fast and jumbled on Harry 's hands until finally he caught it and placed it safely on the cart. Zoe was giggling uncontrollably. Harry looked really dumb jumping around trying to get the ice cream container to stay still.

"Well, look at what we have here," A voice from behind Zoe said.

Zoe turned around to find Anthony. Like any other day, he was dressed with expensive clothing from head to toe. "Zoe, and her punk."

Harry scrunched up his nose. Did Anthony really just call him a punk? What kind of name is that? Didn't they use that back in primary school? He could at least say something along the lines of 'Zoe and her annoying black booger.' Wait- never mind that was quite racist.

"And Anthony and his non existent friends," Zoe said, it had not even been two minutes and she was already fuming. Anthony didn't look hurt at all.

"Well, at least my mom didn't take into notice, or else she would have left me too."

Those words were what set fire to the cracker. Rain. No cracker. Zoe was now a whole new shade of red that Harry had never seen before. Zoe went light headed for a second before running over to Anthony and giving him a good big slap on the face. Harry stood still for a second, shocked by the girl's moves, before he finally took action and pulled Zoe back before she could do anything else.

"How dare you talk to me like that," Zoe spit out,"You're such a fucking hypocrite."

Harry cringed from hearing Zoe saying a curse word. She normally didn't curse, but when she did it sounded like how a venom would sound.

"Your mother is a drunk. It's as bad as my mother leaving. How much does it hurt to see your mother by the way?"

Anthony stood there with a hand on his burning left cheek. His eyes stung, but he did the best to look tough and rough. "I guess we are somewhat similar." He said.

"We will never be the same."

Anthony stared at her for a while. Harry's arms still protectively still around Zoe. After a while Anthony spoke up, "Until later, Zo." and he walked away.

Zoe gently pulled away from Harry and took deep breathes. "How are you feeling?" Harry asked careful not to make her explode.

"I feel dirty," Zoe whispered,"I said the F word."

Harry awkwardly extended his hand and touched her shoulder. "It's alright."

Zoe looked up to Harry. "I tried to hold back. It just kinda got out." Her eyes were watering.

"It's ok to say bad words now and then." Harry said.

But it's not okay to remind someone about their alcoholic mother, Zoe thought.

DAMN okok

zayn left and idk how to handle life now all i have to say is.... NAUGHTY BOY SUCKS ASSHOLE OK I JUST WANT LOUIS AND UGLY BOY TO HAVE A TWITTER THATS ALL.

anyway im larry as hell rn.

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