Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

27

I can't help but have that empty feeling as my best friend boards his plane to Nebraska. I wave at him from the inside of the building as he looks back from the plane. After a small wave and smile, he's gone and off to the college of his dreams.




I turn and make my way back outside the airport. Outside sat a small black car driven by Liam's cousin, Leigh. She had drove us here. I open the car door and slip inside with her.




"He left already?" she asks.




"Yeah." I frown. "He said he'd call when he lands." I add.




Leigh nods and pulls off from the airport curb.




"I'm going to miss him." she sighs.




"I know."




The silence passes by quick as I say something else.




"At least he's living his dream. All he needs is the girl of his dreams." I stare down at my lap and smile.




"Yeah." she nods. "Want to grab a bite from McDonalds before I drop you off at home?"

"No, I think I'm good." I shake my head.

"Okay."

****

"Why do you even need this shit?" Harry asks as I lift up a container of macaroni salad.

"Because it taste good and I like it." I roll my eyes not wanting to start a public argument.

I pick out 2 small containers of macaroni salad and place them into my cart. A grunt sounds from Harry's lips as I reach across for a can of spam.

"Is this what I'm going to have to eat if we live together?"

"Yup." I nod.

Harry curses under his breath as I nodded. It's kind of funny though. We've only been dating for like 4 and a half months and he's already talking about living together. Wow..

"Live together, huh?" I tease.

"I said 'If' not 'when'." He retorts back almost sassily.

I simply hum and go down to the soda isle.

"Oh, get a big bottle of Pepsi max." Harry points In front of me at the big, bulking bottle.

"No, I don't like Pepsi." I shake my head at the mop head behind me.

"I don't care. Get it."

"No, I'm not spending my own money on something that I don't even like nor want." I tell him.

Harry shuffles his weight to one foot and scratches on top of his head as he realizes I basically just told him off. His face holds a look of confusion and a bit of surprise. It's like I've never told him off before. Well, I kind of haven't.

"Why are you even here anyways?" I ask, looking through the selection of sodas.

"I don't got shit else to do." He shrugs.

That was true though. Harry never really had much to do on the weekends. That's why he was always with me. He has no friends nor places to go to. It's like everyone hates him. Who am I kidding? They do.

"Almost done?"

"Nope, I still need toilet paper and a few more things." I tell him hesitantly, hoping he doesn't know I'm talking about pads when I say 'other stuff'.

"What is 'other stuff'?" He asks the question I've been dreading.

"Just stuff." I shrug.

"Like what?"

"Like girl stuff.." I look down as my cheeks go red and bite my lip.

"You mean Pads and tampons?" Harry boldly asks. And let me tell you, he was rather loud too.

"Yes, Harry." I sigh moving to the toiletry isle.

"Why not just say it?"

"Because it's awkward." I tell him.

"No it's not."

"You just don't know." I roll my eyes.