tornado // h.s.

tornado; twenty-nine

C H A P T E R

T W E N T Y - N I N E

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“parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.” 
» anne frank

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A FLASH blinded me for a millisecond, and I felt immediate panic. We quickly boarded the bus, heading inside rather than on the roof to avoid any additional fiasco. 

I let out a sigh of exasperation, as I leaned my head on the window, ignoring the guide's chatter. Harry, sitting next to me, placed a hand on my knee. My sight moved to his silhouette, feeling a sensation of rumbling in my stomach. I looked away, facing the window; my heart beating faster than this damn car-- what was he doing? What was he trying to do to me?

When his hand moved to his forehead, massaging the worry lines out of his face, I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. 

Scooting towards the window, I rested my forehead on the window.

"This is the New York Museum of Natural History," was the only thing my ears picked up from the tour guide. 

What was going to happen? The picture; the picture would no doubt get publicity.

What are you thinking, Ocean? You're not even famous yet. Nobody's going to care about two friends going on a tour.

I closed my eyes gently, and fell asleep to my own racing heart.

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"Ocean? Ocean, wake up," Harry shook me, and my eyes burst open with fright.

"What happened? What time is it? Is the tour about to start?" 

"The tour finished, love," Harry giggled. 

I pinched the bridge of my nose, obviously pissed that I slept through something I've wanted since forever. We walked out of the bus, me yawning in the process. 

"What now?" 

"I'm thinking of doing a bit of shopping." 

"Shopping?" 

Harry? Shopping? Ha.

"Yes. Do you want to go do something on your own or join me?" 

"Uh..." I didn't know what to answer. I mean, I didn't want to be alone. But I didn't want to go shop with Harry. The only shopping I like is shopping for me. If it's not for me, then I'm not interested.

Harry cocked an eyebrow impatiently.

"Well?" 

"Sure. But I want to shop for myself a bit, as well." 

"Okay." he replied. 

We walked into the first store, and found an array of hats that looked like they came straight from over a decade ago. Harry smirked, grabbing one hat, putting it on my head. "Harry!" I shrieked. People were staring. I took off the hat and put it on Harry's head, giggling. I took out my phone and snapped a picture, quickly. 

"Put one on," he instructed.

I took a hat, placing it on my head. He took out his own phone and snapped a selfie of us. Chuckling, we placed our hats back on the display. We probably looked like five year olds playing with the hats, but I didn't mind. I was with Harry, and nothing mattered anymore.

"I'm just going to look through the men's section." he excused himself and walked towards a pile of shorts.

Smiling to myself, I went to observe the undergarments. I always felt awkward doing this in public, so I usually ordered my underwear online. 

You're an adult, now, Ocean. You have to buy them yourself.

I blushed when I passed the lingerie, making my way to the basic underwear. Looking for my sizes, I finally picked a few items and tossed them into my basket. 

I picked up a blouse, which looked quite classy. I looked at the price tag and my eyes nearly burst out of my head. 

$268.97

"What are you looking at?" Harry scared the living crap of me as I quickly put the blouse in my basket, to cover my... other clothes. 

He gave me a smile, his eyebrows furrowed together. He picked up the blouse and I nearly choked.

Oh my god this was so awkward.

He saw the bras and blushed a deep scarlet.

"Oh- uh. I didn't- I didn't know..." he stuttered, scratching the back of his neck in discomfort. 

I grabbed the blouse from him and placed it in my basket.

"Yes?" 

"I found something nice for you." 

"I'm pretty sure I can shop for myself, Harry." 

He showed me an oversized green coat.

"Okay fine, this is nice. Where'd you get it? This size is wrong." I asked him.

He pointed at a rack nearby, smirking. "Can you still shop for yourself, Ocean?" 

"Shut up." I remarked, finding my size successfully and placing it in my basket. 

"Are you done? I'm paying."

"What?" I thought I was paying?

"You don't have your credit card. Don't worry. You can pay me back when you have it." 

"Oh- uh. Okay." 

He paid for our items, looking at the floor nervously when the woman was scanning the undergarments. 

"Thank you. Have a nice day." she handed Harry the bag.

We walked out of the store.

"I'm a bit tired." Harry yawned.

"Let's catch a cab then." 

He nodded and I waited quietly while he stuck out his hand, waiting for a cab to park in front of us. After about 5 minutes, we finally hailed a cab. Harry fished his pocket for a piece of paper and told the cab driver the address.

a/n

SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR A WHILE

im sorry if it seems im rushing this trust me im not trying to rush it i just really enjoy writing ocean + harry scenes a lot oops

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ilysm and once again sorry for not updating. not telling u why bc theres literally no excuse for my 2 week hiatus but yeah

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-jana