RELIGION [H.S.] [A.U.]

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FourFiveSeconds ~ Rihanna, Kanye West, & Paul McCartney (*)

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Ezra ~

Grocery shopping seriously relaxes me and I feel like I'm the only person in the world that feels that way.

Most people hate it because of how crowded and hectic it can be sometimes. But not me, I find it soothing. That's probably because I choose to go to less popular stores rather than big ones like Walmart.

I do it once a week though, and I always get the same things. Or so I tell myself beforehand. I'm supposed to only get certain things but I end up buying myself random items I don't need anyway.

Just like right now, I'm supposed to be on the vegetable aisle but instead I'm sifting through the candy section. I don't know if anyone can tell but diets are not my thing. Not when chocolate exists.

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These lower grade little grocery stores are my favorite though. I like how it's never too crowded and there is hardly any rude citizens around me. Every item is always in stock and, this being a major bonus, I can actually hear the good music they play.

I know for a fact I've never been to a Walmart that was quiet enough for me to hear Rihanna playing in the background.

After spending another five minutes picking out a bunch of different chocolates for myself, I do finally head over to the vegetable aisle.

I leave my buggy full of candy and toilet paper off to the side so I can bag the vegetables I want. At least I do still eat fruits and veggies. Since I love to cook I try to include at least one side of something healthy.

Key word try.

As I hum along to the song playing I hear the evident sound of someone clearing their throat behind me. At first I'm not sure if it was meant for me so I ignore it. But then I hear it again more blatant this time along with a familiar voice that, for lack of a better term, I've come to dread.

"Excuse me miss but this cart is in the way of walking shoppers," an accent sounds from behind me.

I close my eyes and sigh before turning around and looking at who I know is Harry.

"I apologize, leaving that in anyone's way was not my intention," I reply unamused but still politely before walking over the five feet between us and pulling my buggy with me.

I don't say anything else to him as I continue picking out my veggies. There's like a sixth sense feeling that tells me he's staring at me but I ignore it. Instead I've come to find that these bell peppers are quite interesting to look at all of a sudden.

"How are you Mary?" He has the audacity to ask me, once again using that unnecessary nickname.

"I'm good. How are you Mr. Styles?" I ask calmly, still not taking my eyes off the peppers.

Once I finish bagging the peppers I realize I'm done and finally, although much to my dismay, turn to look at him fully. But only so I can hear his response and then go about my day.

Of course when I turn around and take in his appearance his good looks ruin everything though. Because then I'm caught staring at his attractiveness that almost renders me speechless. I'm blaming that on the fact that there aren't very many attractive men in this town. No one that catches my eye the way Harry does.

Today he's wearing a regular plain white T-shirt with black skinny jeans and black boots. Casual. He makes it look hot though, and it sucks. He gets to be so beautiful without trying.