Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 2: Amateur Paparazzi and Ice Cream

Harry's POV

The radio plays along in the background as I drive down the familiar streets and into the main part of town.

It was good to be home, more so now that I was no longer on a timeframe regarding the band and I was free to do whatever and visit whomever I wanted to without having to plan every little thing.

Don't get me wrong, I love what I do, and it will certainly be different having so much time to myself, but I think we deserve a little bit of downtime after the whirlwind of the past five years.

I had flown back home earlier this morning and had subsequently spent the better part of the day sleeping off the jetlag.

After showering to freshen myself up, and a phone call to mum to reassure her that I would be seeing her tomorrow for lunch, I realised I needed to do a small restock of essential food supplies after finding my cupboards bare.

I was sure I'd asked my PA to pop in and leave some food and drinks for me...

So here I am, driving down the darkened streets towards the supermarket in town.

To be honest I probably could have walked but it was a bit on the chilly side and, well fuck it, I was feeling lazy.

The welcome light of the small local Waitrose greets me as I look for a car park outside. Luck was on my side and I find one nearby, manoeuvring my range rover into it.

Turning the car off, I grab my phone and wallet and exit my car, looking both ways before I cross over to the other side of the street.

I notice the nearby café is quite busy with groups of people chatting animatedly over hot food and drinks, the noise from inside flowing out when someone opened the door.

Maybe I should bring mum here tomorrow...

I smile to myself, thinking how good it is going to be to be able to catch up with friends like that now that I was home indefinitely.

As I walk towards the door to Waitrose, I watch a woman enter with three young children ahead of me, which brings me to survey the inside of the store. I sigh in relief that there was only a handful of other shoppers inside.

Less chance for me to be recognised.

Not that I wasn't grateful for our fans, god knows I was.

But sometimes it was nice to be able to slip into a shop occasionally without being photographed. However that was the nature these days, especially with mobile phones, everyone was a photographer.

I pick up a basket once I enter and begin the slow process of walking around, browsing the aisles for what I need, or rather what my stomach thinks it needs.

I wander over to the fresh produce section and pick out a bunch of bananas and assorted greens. Maybe I should just make a salad or smoothie?

No, something a bit more substantial.

I continue to walk around and pick up more basic essential items such as bread, milk and juice.

Now for dinner.

Maybe just a stir-fry? But honestly I can't be bothered cooking tonight. I think I'll order a pizza when I get home.

After agreeing with myself, I continue to walk around and throw other items into my basket as my last thought settles on some snacks for later.

I intend to chill out and watch a movie or two after dinner so snacks were definitely required.

I made my way down an aisle when I hear some whispering voices accompanied by giggling.