Sweet Creature

Chapter 18

May 2017 (present day)-

Gen's POV~

Harry and I entered the small store, I immediately grabbed a basket which Harry quickly took from me with a courteous nod. We walk side by side over to the exotic fruit when I realize just how tall he is. I'm 5'10 so he's got to be at least 6 foot.

My height has always intimidated men, even Niall time to time even though he was just over an inch shorter then me. It never bugged me though honestly, it's not your height or the way you dress that makes you manly. It's your mannerisms, your confidence.

Like Harry.

I made a beeline for the kiwis knowing I needed to get some anyways. Reaching out to feel the family rough and furry texture brought back memories.

**
June 2007~

"What the fuck are these?"

"Look at the sign Niall, it says kiwi." I retort laughing.

"They look like monkey balls." He replied shaking his head.

"I want to try one, come on!" I plead.

"Nope nope nope, not while you're carrying my child are you eating monkey balls." He quipped and I rolled my eyes before walking over to the boring bin of apples.

**

I jump as I feel my hand brush against someone else's. "Sorry about that." Harry says smiling as he adds a bunch of kiwis to the basket.

"I don't need THAT many kiwis."

"Who says they are all for you?" He retorts smirking.

"Hey kiwis are my fruit!"

"Well maybe kiwis will be my fruit too, I've never had one so who knows." Harry says with a wink.

"Wait, you've never had a kiwi?! What the hell?" I ask in disbelief. I had never eaten one until 2 or 3 years ago but I had reason. They didn't have kiwis in Ireland.

"We weren't really a fruit family." He says shrugging.
"You know, I can't help but wonder why your "fruit" isn't a banana." Harry adds smirking.

"It's a little phallic don't you think?" I ask sharply.

"There you go using big words again. I was a football player not a fruit major." He answers grinning. Biting my lip pensively I try to come up with a response.

Honesty is the best policy right?

I walk towards Harry which causes him to back into the pineapple stand. He gulps as our eyes meet. "You see Harry, if I'm trying to stop thinking about a cock. Why would I eat something resembling one?" I say lowly before reaching behind him and grabbing a pineapple.

*Harry's POV*

Holy fucking shit.

That just happened, I'm not dreaming or anything right? Fuck me, the way her plump lips look when she's talking. How confident she is, how honest she is...

Great now I'm hard again.

"I'm going to uh- use the bathroom." I inform her.

"Sure." She says as she browses some weird looking fruit I had never seen before. I stride away and quickly find the bathroom before locking myself in.

I can't believe I'm about to do this.

Yanking my pants and boxers down I grasp myself and breathe out heavily.

No, you are not about to jerk yourself off to the thought of your therapist Harry.

Fuck, no wonder why I'm in rehab.