Harry Styles One Shots

Grocery Melodies

Summary: in which Harry helps Y/N unpack groceries and comes up with silly lyrics, that is later performed on stage to thousands of people

Fluff | She's dressed as a banana remix | Tour | Established relationship | Boyfriend Harry

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I'm strolling through the grocery store, trying to get everything on my list and avoid the temptation of buying everything in sight, spoiler I did get sidetracked for a bit. The fridge and pantry have been considerably empty for a couple weeks, but both Harry and I were too lazy to make time and go grocery shopping. But after days of frozen microwavable dinners and constant take outs, I had enough and wanted a nice home made meal. Having the kitchen go from an empty to full in one trip was quite time consuming, as I wanted to make sure I have everything we need.

Although intentionally avoiding shopping, I was actually pretty excited to be stocking up on fresh food, especially produce after the many days spent eating out. The smell of freshly baked bread and blooming flowers fills my nose.

The market is crowded, but I don't mind the hustle and bustle of it all. I make my way through the different aisle, admiring the colorful array of fruits and vegetables on display, filling the cart with some of our favorites: sweet strawberries, juicy watermelons, crisp green beans, bright bananas, green peas, and leafy spinach. I can already envision all the delicious meals I'll be able to make with these ingredients.

After about an hour of browsing and shopping, the cart was overflowing with items. Deciding that there was more than enough for the next few weeks, I headed over for check out. Once bagged up and paid for, I was on my way home.

I finally made it back home with the groceries. It was a long trip to the grocery store, and I was exhausted. As soon as I stepped out of the car, Harry came running out to greet me.

"Hey there, love! Let me help you with those bags," Harry said, taking some of the heavy bags out of my hands.

"Thank you, Harry. I appreciate it," I said with a smile. I observe as he tries to carry as many bags as he can, "what are you doing?" I stare in shock when he decides to hold onto one of the bags in his mouth. There were bags all over him: some in his hands, some over his shoulder like a purse, some under his armpit, and now in his mouth. It was a sight to see.

"Wanna take it all inside in one trip," he muffles out. I laugh as I watch him walk back into the house, avoiding to drop the many bags he took with him. I shake my head as I retrieve the few bags left in the trunk of the car, and head inside with him.

With full hands, I shut the front door with my foot, then proceed towards the kitchen, making sure not to trip over the fallen bags of chips that Harry must've dropped.

He walks over and takes the bags from me. "Let's get started," he says with a grin. Almost in too good of a mood for someone who was trapped with a long day of writing. He hated when he had to force creativity, but he had a deadline to meet, so he had to do what he had to.

With my now free hands, I picked up the fallen items as I trailed behind Harry. Looking back and noticing my suspicious expression, Harry explained "I felt stuck, and happy you're home, didn't like being cooped up alone," he pouts.

Together, we both start unpacking the bags, Harry taking the fresh produce while I sort through the non-perishables into the pantry. Once we got into the groove of stocking everything away, we chatted about our day, our plans for the week, and everything in between. I love these little moments we share, just being in each other's company.

We worked in silence for a few minutes, each lost in our own thoughts, I spoke up. "I think I forgot the bread," looking around the kitchen for the loaf. I will literally cry, I just wanted to have a nice avocado toast breakfast tomorrow and not cereal for the thousandth time, I thought. I began rummaging through the empty bags to see if I missed it.

Harry chuckled. "I already put it away. You were too busy texting on your phone to notice," he teased, nudging me playfully. Rolling my eyes, but couldn't help but smile. We continue unpacking, finding a place for everything in our small kitchen. We work together in harmony, knowing exactly what needs to be done without even saying a word.

My section was done pretty quickly, I turned to watch as Harry took out the fruits and vegetables, carefully inspecting each item before placing them in their rightful spot.

"There's two more bananas... Aye, aye, aye... One, two, three, four bananas... I can see a fifth banana... There's another banana." Harry sings out in a tune. He's holding up all the bananas as a microphone. His eyes closed pretending and he moves around the kitchen with his weird moves he calls dancing. I burst out laughing as he repeats the lyrics while placing the bananas away. I join in, horribly harmonizing with him.

Now he moves onto the vegetables, hands jumbling through the bags and pulling out his next victim.  "There's two packets of peas... There's two packets of peas," he twirls around as he hands them off to me to put away.

Hands back into the bag scouring for something. "Is there any aubergine? Is there any aubergine?" He questions, withdrawing the spinach, "No, no, no, there's not, there's not an aubergine." He declares.

"I apologize, you didn't put it on the list" I chuckle watching him create goofy and random lyrics of our groceries.

Finally, we finish and step back to admire our work. The kitchen is spotless, everything in its proper place. "Thanks for your help," I say, feeling content. In quite a record of time, the goods were put away in an organized and sorted fashion.

Harry nods, "Of course, anything for you. Now, what are we making for dinner?" he asks with a grin. He started to get creative with some of the ingredients, suggesting some new recipes we could try.

I smile back, excited to start cooking with him. These small moments of togetherness make our relationship stronger, and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. So glad to have someone to share the mundane tasks of everyday life with.

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I'm backstage, watching Harry's concert from the wings. The crowd is going wild, and Harry is owning the stage as usual. I'm so proud of him, and I feel lucky to be here, watching him do what he loves. His voice fills the room, and the energy in the arena is electric. As I'm listening, I hear something that catches my ear - a familiar tune that I recognize.

As I'm watching, I hear a familiar tune start playing. My heart skips a beat as I realize what it is. Harry is playing our song, the one that he made up on a whim months ago while we were goofing around in the kitchen when unpacking our groceries. The crowd starts to cheer, and I feel a surge of excitement. The silly lyrics make me smile, and I can't help but sing along.

I can hardly believe that Harry is playing this song in front of thousands of people. I feel a mix of exhilaration and nervousness as I wait to see what he'll do next. The lyrics are just as silly and playful as I remember, and I feel like I'm transported back to the day we made it up.

There are slight lyric differences as he spots the crowd dressed as different food items. As he gets into the song, he continues to add on, "Watermelon, eggs, there's peas and bananas..." The biggest smile imaginable graced my face as I jumped along, hands in the air, "...Eggs, bananas, peas... and I lost it."

I can't help but laugh, feeling so happy and in love in this moment. Harry is not just my partner, he's my best friend and someone I can always be silly and playful with. He turns to me, sending me a wink and a knowing look. I blow back a kiss that he pretends to grab and pocket. God, I love this man.

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a/n: heres a youtube video if you want to watch and relive the moment