Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Grocery Shopping (M.C)

* Y/N stands for your name *

"Okay, we only need a few more things," I inform Michael, as I push the trolley down the last freezer aisle.

He trails behind, his feet shuffling against the floor and his shoulders sagging as he frowns.

"This is so boring," he complains.

I just laugh and continue scanning the aisles trying to find the ice cream.

"I didn't tell you to come," I remind him.

And without even looking back, I know he's rolling his eyes at me.

"I didn't want to stay at home alone," he pouts.

"Don't lie Mike," I laugh. "You love being home alone, because you get the chance to play your games without being disturbed."

I know him too well and he can't lie to me without getting caught out.

He groans.

"Alright fine. That wasn't why I came," he sighs.

"No, really?" I say sarcastically.

I stop, pushing the trolley to the side of the aisle and open up one of the little freezers.

The cold air blows out making me shiver and a warm pair of arms wraps around my waist.

"I came because I wanted to spend some time with my girl," Michael drawls, his warm breath blowing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Because you see, I hardly get to see my girl and when I do, she'd rather go shopping than spend time with me," he grumbles.

He presses his lips to my neck and I can feel the frown on his lips.

I shake my head, trying to stop the feelings from creeping up on me and focus on the frozen desserts stacked before me.

He huffs, knowing he's not getting through to me and stalks off to whatever aisle he wants.

I just laugh and grab the ice cream, dropping it into the trolley.

I push the trolley along to the next aisle and Michael comes racing towards me, coming to a skidding halt by the trolley.

In his giant hands is a little box of brownies and he holds it out to me, a childlike grin pulling at his lips.

I just laugh and nod, to which he whoops, fist pumps the air and drops it in the trolley.

As he turns to run off again, I grab his arm and stop him.

"Mike we're getting to those aisles, be patient," I scold him.

He pouts again and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Just help me get the pasta would you," I tell him.

He follows my eyes up to the top shelf where the pasta we like is and he smirks.

"Can't reach it babe?" he mocks.

I squint my eyes at him, and he chuckles.

"What will you do for me if I get it?" he drawls.

"Michael seriously," I scoff.

"Yeah seriously. I deserve something in return for my good deed," he decides.

"Fine. Get me the pasta and...."

I glance around trying to find some inspiration and then a light bulb flashes in my head.

"And you can get in the trolley," I promise.

His eyes flash with excitement and he hurries to push me aside and grab the pasta.

I knew that would get him to do it for me because he'd been asking, no more like begging for months now to get in the trolley.

And each time I'd told him he was too big, so he'd pout the whole way around the store until I apologised and let him pick the treats for the night.

He steps back a little and then his leg comes up as he very graciously clambers into the trolley.

He moves some of the items around with his foot and then lifts his second leg in and slowly sits.

His legs cross, his knees coming up at the sides of the trolley making him look very squashed and uncomfortable.

But of course, Michael being Michael doesn't care and just grins the rest of the way around the store.

Everyone we pass stares, and I don't blame them because I must look crazy, pushing around a 6 foot something man-child in a shopping trolley.

As we cruise down the last few aisles, Michael reaches out and grabs items off of the shelves.

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We finish up in record time because I don't have him shuffling along slowly behind me today like normally.

And as we unload the bags into the boot of the car, Michael wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me aside.

He reaches up and closes the boot of the car, then grabs for me, pulling me into his arms and crashing our lips together.

"I fucking love you," he breathes against my lips.

"I love you too," I smile.

He grins and kisses me again, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth.

"Let's go home so I can cuddle my girl," he growls.

I nod and he winks as he walks off with the trolley.

I feel woozy and my heart rate picks up and I begin to remember every other time we've gone shopping and each time it's ended like this.

He drives me crazy!