Living in London

Tesco

"We have to stop. We shouldn't do this, Harry!"

"Why not babe?"

Ugh, I love it when he calls me babe.

"We'll get arrested!" I whispered, getting out of the car anyway.

He rolled his eyes. "Relax, Ariadne. It's not breaking and entering if you have a key."

"Yes but you do get in trouble if the owner doesn't know we're going inside."

"All we're doing is dropping off some stuff for their set-up for our CDs. It will take five minutes tops and one of my friends is letting us in."

He locked the car and I followed him to the back entrance of Tesco. He was holding a huge cardboard box filled with signed posters, CDs, books, t-shirts and wrist cuffs for the store to give away to some lucky fans.

"Then why are we dressed in all black?" I asked, looking down at my leggings and t-shirt, reaching up to adjust my wrap around headband.

"It gives it that whole spy-mission atmosphere, don't you think?"

"You want to know what I think?"

"What."

"I think you're stupid."

"I think that is offensive."

I rolled my eyes as we reached the back door. A guy around Harry's age was standing at the door in a Tesco uniform. "Be quick, Harry, and don't touch anything," he said before noticing me. "Well, hello there. Who are you?"

"Ariadne," I said politely and was about to ask who he was when Harry cut me off rudely.

Well.

"Where do I put these?" he asked.

The guy pointed through the doorway. "Just by that wall over there. You might have to move a couple of boxes to make it fit, though. Just don't let the door close."

Harry nodded, fist-bumped the Tesco guy and then went inside. I decided to stay back and hold the door open.

"Ari, can you come here and move a box for me?" Harry called. I frowned and looked at the door and then in the direction Harry's voice came from.

"I'm holding the door!"

"Put something there to stop it closing! I'm about to drop this!"

I sighed. Holding the door open with my foot I fished around my mini sling bag, which was really quite pointless to bring. All I had was my mirror compact and a tube of moisturizer and there is no way I was going to use my mirror as a doorstop- if it breaks I don't need seven years of bad luck. After a moments deliberation I dropped the moisturizer on the floor between the door and the frame, letting the heavy door stop gently against it.

I turned on the light, glancing back at the door and going to find Harry. "What do I have to do?"

"Can you move that box out of the way?" he asked, pointing at the box with his foot. I picked it up and took a step backwards and heard a thud followed by a click. Harry and I froze.

"Was that-?" he asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Uh-huh," I nodded.

The door.

Harry and I put our boxes down quickly, cautiously heading to the door. We could be in a lot of trouble if we were caught here after hours. I don't know if Harry's name could get us out of this.

The door was closed and the lid had popped off the tube of moisturizer and the pale pink, strawberry scented cream had oozed out and onto the floor. I looked from the door to Harry and then back again.