All My Love

Chapter 62

As I'm walking around Vons, cart half full of my listed foods, my phone starts ringing. I stop from continuing onto the next aisle and search for it at the bottom of my purse. I need to take some of this random crap out because I can't find anything I need.

It's finally in my hand, showing Harry's name across the screen. It's now seven-thirty. It was just an hour ago that I was hanging up on him because of his asshole comments. I have a bit of hope that he's calling to apologize about his crappy attitude.

"Hello?" I answer, pushing my cart slowly, walking down a frozen section.

"Come pick me up from Louis', I want to go home." Harry instantly demands without greeting me. I glance over at the mother trying to control her crying child.

"What? Why? Can't you drive yourself?" I question, stopping at the frozen pizzas. I open up the door and pick out a couple Tostino's.

"I feel like hell. Just come pick me up Becca." Harry whines in anger. Lovely, his mood has worsened.

"Well can you wait awhile or do you have to be picked up now because I'm in the middle of grocery shopping." I tell him, moving onto scan other frozen foods. I hear him groan away from the phone.

"Now, please." Harry sighs into the phone and I push hair behind my ear as I look down at my cart full of food.

"Harry, I have a lot of food in my cart." I half whine, licking my lips.

"Just come now." Harry demands and straightaway, I hear nothing. I bring my phone away from my ear and of course, I'm staring at my lock-screen. I hate that he's so comfortable with hanging up on me.

I shove my phone into my purse, turning my cart around and heading towards the front but come to halt. I gaze down at whatever's in front of my view and get into thought.

I'm not going to let him boss me around like that whenever he pleases. I have things to do and he hasn't even talked to me with decency all day. Now I'm cranky. I'm not going to make a hop, skip, and a jump for him when I'm busy. He can wait.

I walk around the store for another good fifteen minutes, only tossing a couple more things into the basket before standing in line. There's an older couple, maybe in their mid-forties, glued to each other's hips as the cashier rings up their items. The woman has a beaming smile up at her man, wrapping her arms around his torso. I'm not paying attention to what he says to the cashier but I assume it was something funny, considering the soft chuckle off his lips. I glance at the conveyor belt taking noticing of the steak, potatoes, chocolate melts, strawberries, and a bouquet of beautiful red roses.

I feel the corners of my lips curve up from the thought of them being so in love. They must be celebrating an anniversary.

•••

As I walk into my apartment, hands full of reusable bags, my phone starts ringing. I rush over to the kitchen table and set the bags down on the rectangular table off the kitchen and dig for my phone. I know it's going to be Harry asking me where I'm at so I don't know whether to be scared to answer or not.

"Where the fuck are you?" Harry raises his voice through the phone and I'm taken aback, furrowing my eyebrows at the harsh tone.

"I was grocery shopping. I had to finish." I tel him, unzipping the top of a bag and pulling out a jug of two percent milk.

"I asked you like three hours ago to come pick me up." Harry's raising his voice again and I place the milk on the bottom shelf of the fridge.