Escaped Criminal (Z.M.)

honey

It was Friday and I was beginning to run out of food in my house, so I knew that I needed to buy some more food from the local grocery store.

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I check my list:

1 dozen eggs
1 two-litre bottle of milk
1 loaf of bread
1 tub of Nutella
6 royal gala apples
1 two-litre bottle of iced coffee
2 boxes of Oreos
1 tub of Ben&Jerry's ice cream

And that was it. Once I feel like I could semi-memorise the list the best I possibly could, I slip the paper into my pocket and begin walking down the aisles of the shop.

Walking down the fresh produce aisle, I find the apples until I spot the royal galas. I rip out a bag and slip 6 of the apples into it, then place it into the trolley that I'm pushing.

Slowly, I walk towards the frozen-goods aisle and find the milk, iced coffee and walk towards the freezer and find the Ben&Jerry's. I throw it into the cart, when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around, holding a spoon as my defence.

A fucking spoon? My conscience questions me. If it had eyes, believe me, it would be rolling them right now.

"Woah, hold up partner," the man chuckles. His chocolate eyes have gone a lighter, almost the colour of honey.

His jet black hair is as I remember it to be. Tied back in one of those hipster hairstyles. It looked slightly glossier today, intriguing to my eyes.

His long, slender finger removes itself from my shoulder to stroke his chin. He's lost weight. I frown to myself.

"What's wrong, baby," he coos into my ear, nibbling onto my earlobe.

My mind goes crazy at the way he slipped a pet name off his tongue so easily.

I look at his expression, feeling unnerve. My stomach fills with butterflies, fluttering around my stomach. I feel my cheeks flush, too. Only now had I noticed the stubble that began to form on the mans face. It made him look somewhat older in a way.

I blink my eyes three times before coming to the reality that he really was in fact standing right in front of me. I wasn't in a dream, and this was the good him. Not the bad him I had encountered.

"Zayn," I breathe.

What was I meant to say? It's been almost a week since I've last seen him, and out of the blue, there he was. But whys he here in a grocery store?

He scoffs in disbelief. "You know, I expected you to fucking miss me but obviously I was falsely assuming."

I feel him let go, turning away from me. I wanted to turn him around and explain that I did miss him, and a lot. Not just a little amount, but a lot.

You don't care for him, you can't have feelings for him, my conscience spat. Filthy animal.

"Wait," I call, "Zayn, of course I missed you. Where did you go?" I didn't want him to leave my side. I wanted desperately for him to stay with me for a while longer.

He snaps his head out of my direction, looking at the frozen-goods. "That's confidential," he mutters under his breath.

His slender fingers pick up another tub of Ben&Jerry's, tossing it into my trolley. I raise my eyebrow, looking at him, confused by his action. "I've already got one?" I state, more like a question.

He rolls his eyes. "Thats not for you," he scoffs.

What was he doing? Why did he turn up here out of the blue like this? This all seemed off. Add that with the fact he refused to tell me, and it's definitely off. There was just no denying that something was up.