Fallen (A Niall Horan love Story)

Chapter 4

10 AM on a Friday morning and already the grocery store was packed with customers. It was so packed; people were actually bumping into each other. The bodies that were walking around us looked dead and bored anyway. They were probably getting last minute supplies to celebrate with their friends and family tonight.

“Do we have to do this? Can’t we do something more fun?” Zayn winged. I slapped him playfully on the shoulder, laughing at his childish behaviour softly.

“I didn’t ask you to come, you tagged along when you had seen me at the park, idiot.” I corrected, Zayn had only shrugged from my response.

“True, but can we do something fun afterwards? This place is packed full of people.” As he said this, a couple of mid 40s people walked by us slouching and complaining. If it was so hard for people to do groceries this time of morning, why couldn’t they do I later on a different day then? Common sense. I nodded in agreement and pulled out my shopping list.

“Here,, take this-“ I started, passing him the small red basket to go and place food in them. “And go get 3 carton’s of milk, 2 packets of regular cheese, some fod we can snack on later and a magazine for yourself.” I ordered.

“Yes, mum.” Zayn had saluted; rolling his eyes and doing what he was suppose to do. I grabbed my own red basket and grabbed some of the real things my father and I needed around this house. Like fruit, vegetables, yoghurt, eggs. I’m pretty sure he would want a beer, but that’s up to him to get considering I’m not even legal myself t drink. Grabbing out some of the carrots and seeing if they were a decent size, Zayn had strolled over.

“I give up, I can’t find good stuff for us to eat. I’ll wait outside.” He stated. I placed my basket onto the floor and reached through my pockets and gave him $20 to cover the expenses, he stopped me before I could give it to him. “Um, I actually need $30…” I raised my eyebrows, suddenly getting defensive.

“Why, did the prices go up?” I snapped. “How much did you buy anyway?” Looking at his basket and not really seeing many things in it He bit his lip trying to hide a cheeky smile, Zayn had pulled out from his coat a… playboy magazine/. Typical boys. He let out a laugh and in return, I had given him a stern look.

“What! You aid get any magazine you want!” he too had defended.

“Not one where there is naked girls in there!” I hissed, snatching the magazine out of his hands and hitting it with him. Zayn’s face had started to blush a little, people around us were starting to watch us argue. I didn’t care.

“OK, OK! I’m sorry! I’ll put it back!” I gave him the $20 and off he went to pay.

“Idiot” I mumbled to myself. I walked over to the next isle to see if there were any good lollies and candy to take home for Zayn and I. Decisions, decisions, decisions, eyeing the many eye grabbing sugary treats. I didn’t realise I was there for longer than I should of have, but I couldn’t help but think how weird Zayn has been acting towards me lately. I mean, what’s the deal anyway? I seriously don’t know what that kid is on about any-

“I go for the ‘Nerd Ropes’ or strawberry clouds.” A low, quite voice had spoken. I twirled around and saw an unfamiliar face, but a familiar voice. I looked around to see if this boy was talking to anyone else, I was the only one there.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked, dumbfounded, admiring this blue-eyed boy and bleached blonde hair guy. The boy had then let out a sweet laugh.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s just that I couldn’t help but notice that you were struggling and…um” His Irish lit accent had not only filled my ears with a memorizing, angelic voice, but also lowered as he rambled on and on. I didn’t know what the word was to describe it, but I enjoyed listening to him. He was beautiful. After staring at him for quite sometime, I broke off the awkward contact.