Just This Once | H.S

Chapter Five

The date wasn't anything special if I was being totally honest. Grifyn picked me up at 7:00 and took me to this fancy restaurant. It was a typical teenager date. He even dropped me home and kissed me on the cheek. Grifyn was a sweet guy and he was extremely good looking but that's it. There was no connection between us, it felt like I was getting dinner with a close guy friend not a potential boyfriend. My stomach grumbled loudly, reminding me to eat breakfast. I walked into the kitchen where Anne and my father were sitting.

"I was wondering when you'd decide to wake up," my father remarked, not even looking up from his newspaper.
I ignored him and started to make myself a bowl of cereal. I looked around for the box of Frosted Flakes that I always had but to my dismay it was no where to be found.

"Did you guys eat my Frosted Flakes," I asked the two adults sitting at the table, feeling my anger rise dangerously.

"I think Harry finished the last box," Anne said slowly.

Harry fucking Styles really knows how to push my buttons. This arrogant prick thinks it's okay to touch my cereal. No one touches my fucking Frosted Flakes. Anne noticed the angry expression on my face and tried to make things better.

"I'm going grocery shopping later, I'd like it if you'd come along with me. We can get as many boxes as Frosted Flakes as you wish," She said with a wink. I thought about it for a bit. What harm would come from grocery shopping?

"Sure! When are we going?" I asked, giving Anne a big smile. She was trying, and she was the closest thing that I had to a parental figure.

"In five minutes,"

My eyes widened, I was still dressed in my pajamas and I still had major bedhead. I ran into my room and shifted through drawers trying to find a decent outfit. After finding a shirt that actually looked nice on me, I ran a comb through my thick hair trying to get rid of the knots. Of course, nothing goes right in Blake Ward's life, the comb snapped. I angrily threw the other half of the comb to the ground and gave up on trying to brush my hair. Throwing on a pair of Vans, I ran outside into the frigid air and sat in the already warmed up car.

"Are you okay?" Anne asked with a chuckle as we pulled out of the driveway.

"Never been better," I grinned.

"You know your dad was telling me that you know how to play the piano. Do you still play?" She asked, catching me off guard. I was slightly shocked that my father had mentioned me to Anne, he seemed to hate everything that had anything to do with me.

"Uh, not really. I've sort of lost practice," I answered slowly, careful not to reveal the real reason as to why I stopped playing the piano.

Anne shifted her gaze over to me, perhaps noticing my discomfort.
"If you ever need some help, Harry is a great pianist. He used to teach our old neighbour's little son. I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you get back into playing," She offered.

"That would be nice," I replied, not really meaning it. I had no intent to start playing piano again. A comfortable silence set upon us. I truly liked Anne, she was a sweet lady and I could see myself getting close to her in the future. Gazing out the window, I found myself getting lost in my thoughts and soon enough we were at the grocery store.

I got out of the car and went to find a Cart to put all the boxes of Frosted Flakes in. Anne laughed at me when I met her inside the store with the cart.
"Why on earth do we need a cart for a box of cereal?"

"Listen up Anne. I take my cereal very seriously, you cannot simply buy one box of cereal," I said with a wink before racing towards the cereal aisle. I slowly searched through the aisle looking for the blue box that held my happiness inside. To my dismay, some nimrod had placed them on the highest shelf and out of my reach. Jumping repeatedly, I tried to grab a box but each time I failed.