Niall's POW
Milk, check.
Cream, check.
Coffee, check.
Cheese, check.
Eggs, check...
I was chanting the grocery list in my head like a mantra as I walked through the aisles of food supplies. I don't know, maybe it was partly because I hoped that the method; thinking about nice and routine everyday things would make the bad things turn right, held any truth. Of course I knew it was ridiculous. But I gotta try to keep things off my mind before I go insane.
Oh yeah, Rick's favorite wine. I can't and won't forget that, he will go nuts.
It was quiet in the store. It was only 11 am, I really couldn't find anything to do so I thought about doing the grocery shopping and here I am, because why not? Our cabinets are full of nothing anyways.
I walked to the aisle full of shampoo, hair conditioner and hair dye. My brown roots were starting to show a little bit too much, and I decided I should dye it again. That'll kill some time, too. So I grasped blonde hair dye and threw it mindlessly to my basket.
I was almost done with my shopping. I found myself at the magazine aisle checking out the newest rumors. I was looking at the cover of the magazine when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I disconnected my eyes from the smiling face of Ed Sheeran and pulled my phone from my pocket.
New message.
From: Harold
I think he likes you too.
It wasn't really hard to guess who he was talking about. He hadn't shut up about my confession of my feelings. He talked about it more than he did talk about that Louis pal. It didn't bother me though, as long that twat didn't say anything to Zayn.
To: Harold
Zayn?
From: Harold
Yeah. He keeps asking me questions about you.
To: Harold
That doesn't mean he has a crush on me, you idiot.
To be honest, I was freaking nervous when I thought about the fact that Zayn was alone with Harry, talking about me, and Harry could tell him everything without me being able to stop him.
I put my phone in my pocket and went to pay for the stuff in my basket. Just when I had paid, I felt the phone vibrate. I decided ignore it until I got back to the car. He could wait for a while.
As my arse hit the car seat, I took the iPhone from my phone and opened my conversation with Harold.
From : Harold
Hey, I'm a genius and we both know it.
To: Harold
I hope you genius aren't telling him too much.
From: Harold
Nothing unnecessary :)
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