happily. ⇢ camarry

thirteen.

-camila-

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"We're here," Harry said before putting his Mustang in park and taking out his keys. I took off my seatbelt and reached for the door, but Harry instantly slapped my hand down.

"Nuh uh," He shook his head, "wait." I gave him a puzzled look as he hopped out of his car and shut his door. Before I could see where he was going my door opened up, scaring me.

"You should know the guy always opens the doors for the ladies." He chucked and held out his hand.

"Sorry, I've never been in a car with a guy." I blushed as I took his hand and stepped out.

"Really?" He looked at me as he locked the car, "Never?" He began walking.

"No," I giggled, walking next to him.

"Huh." He said.

We walked inside the magical department store of Dick's.

No really, Dick's Sporting Goods.

Harry decided he'd take me here for the workout gear (while throwing in some dick jokes) since he claims 'it's the best sports store in the history of sports stores'. As soon as the automatic doors opened we were blasted with cool air. It felt good since the blazing heat of Miami and Harry generously taking me out to get clothes was making me hot and sweaty.

"Women's clothes is over on the left. It's split up into different major brands: Nike-"

"I've been here, Harry." I giggled.

"Adidas, and Under Armour." He narrowed his eyes at me. "I think you should try on some Nike stuff. A lot of women wear it." He suggested.

I stood in the Nike section (I'm guessing it was Nike) and stared at the clothes. There were so many different types of clothes for so many different types of activities. Where exactly do I start?

"Camila, do you need any help?" Harry chuckled as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I don't know where to start, like, there's so much stuff here and I don't even know what size I'd wear and where exactly do I go? Do I go over here or over there by the crazy colored leggings? I'm confused I don't kn-"

"Oh my god, babe, chill out. Just slow your breathing or something. I'll help." He chuckled more as I blushed at his pet name.

"Need any help?" An average looking guy asked Harry and me. I caught him checking me out. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes and was way taller than I was but shorter than Harry.

No one was taller than Harry.

He also had a name tag on his breast pocket, titled 'Austin' on it. What a basic name.

"No we're good, thanks." Harry scoffed at Austin.

"Well you two have a nice day. My name's Austin, if you need any help feel free to ask." He said before winking at me and walking over to the fishing section.

"Austin. What a stupid name." Harry shook his head before picking up some leggings and throwing them at me.

"Here, try these on." His anger quickly changed as he cheekily smiled at me.

"These are a small, I wouldn't be able to fit them. Plus, they're teal and orange; who wears teal and orange, Harry?" I placed them back on the table.

"The Miami Dolphins, Camila." He gave me an are-you-serious look.

"Don't be like that, I don't watch football." I narrowed my eyes at him before turning on my heel and looking over the sports bras.

"There's a huge flag hanging over our heads right now!" He pointed to the flag. "You currently live in Miami, how do you not kno--you know what, nevermind. Go look at your athletic thongs or something." He rolled his eyes.