When the 'thank you', the 'sorry' and the 'I love you' is combined in one sentence, it's super special.
H A R R Y
"So... What do you want to cook for the rest of the week?" I asked Harry, who is currently wandering his eyes on the vegetables in front of him in the supermarket section of the grocery store, still here in Beverly Hills.
Well, this is a good time to be on this store early in the morning. Because there few and I think we're the only ones here since it's super silent, except for some secret paparazzi inside who are disguised and currently taking pictures of us secretly but we already caught them. But we just don't care.
And I think early in the morning, most of the people around here are middle aged. Because some of the people here are kind of young like us who are partying all night that's why they will be around in noon or afternoon. I love buying foods or any thing with Harry and since he is always the cook, I just let him decide what he will cook. Since salad and vegan foods are the only thing I can eat.
"I don't know actually, I'm over with steaks and pastas. How about you, all can you eat is a goat food?" He asked and quite teasing me.
He called the 'vegan food' a 'goat food' since all the goat can only eat are grasses, which he compare to vegetables. And I know there are more animals that only eat grasses, not only goat. He is really an idiot, but a loveable idiot.
"Shut up, fuck-tard." I spat and shook my head, smiling a bit, hearing his loud laugh.
"Fuck-tard? What was that supposed to mean?" He asked curiously and my turn to laugh at him.
"Fucker and a retard, idiot." I said and laugh once more, until I saw his serious face.
"I'm not a retard, princess. I'm a good fucker, Ariana - - I fuck hard." He whispered in my ear, feeling also his hot breath on my neck, as he kissed it.
"Well, nice quoting, Mr. Grey." I said sarcastically and just chuckled, which he also did.
"You know, I want to do to you what Christian do to Anastasia." He said and smirked.
"Not getting kinky or BDSM, Harry. That isn't our thing and probably will never be our thing." I reminded him seriously and he just nodded.
"So, where we're we?" I asked, changing the topic.
"About Christian and Anastasia?" He said and smirked.
"Haz?" I warned as I scowl at him.
"Okay, about the foods that we will buy and cook." He said.
"So... What do you want to eat?" I asked.
"You." He said and smirked.
"Harold? What to eat and not who to eat." I said, face palming myself.
Why is he always like that? He can easily open up or change a topic and the new topic is about dirty stuffs. But I'm alwayd forgetting that he is Harry Styles. Harry Styles, Ariana. You're always with him, Harry Styles. He is a cocky, cheeky, idiot, bastard, annoying, asshole, dickhead, pervert, charming, good looking, handsome, cute, hunk, lovely, gorgeous, sexy, kind, caring, nice... God, I'm distracted.
"Earth to Ariana." Harry said and I felt a sharp but a mild pain on my cheek, making me gasped and back to the reality.
"Did you just slap me with a fucking spinach!?" I whispered in a shouted tone as he starts laughing at me.
"I asked you many times about the salad that you want." He said and still laughing on my scowled face.
"Still the one." I jist said and punched his stomach playfully.
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Forever 4: "The Journey" (Hariana / Diall)
Fanfiction"Love begins in a moment, grows over time and lasts forever." ○ ● ○ ● ○ ● ○ The word "forever" is one of the biggest questions here on Earth, if it does exist. Mostly, in to the relationships and friendships. This story will answer if forever does...
