If there was anything that I absolutely hated in the world, it would be grocery shopping.
I liked shopping, but I hated grocery shopping.
"Where the hell is the mayonnaise?" I whispered to myself as I pushed the cart down yet again another aisle. I squinted my eyes up at the signs above the aisles that read what was in them. I've always had a terrible sense of direction, for as long as I could remember.
And it also didn't help that the cart I chose had a wheel that wanted to go right, so I had to constantly lean it towards the left.
Normally I went grocery shopping with Niall or one of my friends, but today I decided to just get it over with, since my friend was having a huge party tonight, so I decided to get grocery shopping out of the way so I could have some fun.
I stopped in the middle of the aisle, noticing that there was a can of peaches, and that was something Niall added on the list. I crossed it out and resumed my search for the mayonnaise.
Seriously.
How hard could it possibly be to -
I had turned the corner when my cart collided with someone, and I gasped when I saw it was none other than my sister's boyfriend.
"Harry," I said, stifling a giggle after I got over the shock of hitting him. "Er, sorry, I didn't see you there. And I'm sorry for laughing." I cleared my throat and pulled the cart out from his chest.
"It's alright," he said with an easygoing smile. "I would ask what you're doing here, but since this is a grocery story, I assume you're buying groceries."
"Yeah, that's what I'm here for." I leaned my elbows on the bars of the car and dramatically rolled my eyes. "God, I hate shopping for groceries."
"It's definately not the most amusing thing to do." Harry agreed.
"Yeah, well I guess I decided to do it just to get it over with. See, my friend's having this huge party tonight." I winked at Harry with a low smirk. "And I'm planning on getting wasted."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you drink?"
"Yeah. Denise doesn't drink, at all, but I'm sure you already know that." I laughed. "I'm basically the "troublemaker" out of the two of us." And I was being truthful; I really was rated as the troublemaker. Denise was the golden child, the shy and innocent one of the family, while I was the blunt and confident one who didn't shy in crowds.
"I'll bet you made your parent's lives very interesting." Harry said.
"Yeah," I nodded my head, remembering all the times I had gotten in trouble growing up, ranging from when my mom caught me trying to sneak back into the house after sneaking out with a guy, ranging to when she found out I got drunk with one of my friends. Denise had never gotten into trouble, not like I did. But I guess I did make my mom's life pretty interesting.
"Hey, this is random, but do you have any idea of where the mayonnaise is?" I asked, holding up my folded piece of paper that consisted of the shopping list. "I suck at finding things in this wretched place."
"Mayonnaise?" Harry repeated.
"Yeah,"
He grinned at me like he knew something, and he brushed past me into the aisle I had previously walked through. I was about to protest when he came to a stop and picked out a bottle of mayonnaise.
"Well, fuck, that's awkward." I said with a sheepish grin as I pulled my cart into the aisle. Harry put the bottle of mayonnaise into my cart with everything else I bought.
"I just have a good sense of direction, I guess," Harry shrugged casually.
"Lucky you," I said. "I can't tell you how many times I've gotten lost - anywhere, I tell you. You probably think I'm kidding, but I'm not. But anyway, are you here to buy groceries?"
I had noticed that Harry didn't have a cart, and he was empty handed.
"Yeah, I just got here a few minutes ago." He replied.
"Oh, well, I would offer to help you, but I wouldn't be much help." I joked.
"I could help you finish off your list. And trust me, I wouldn't get lost."
I hesitated, clutching the shopping list in my hand as I mulled over his offer. Harry was cool; he was funny, and so far he didn't seem freaked out by anything I said - yet. And with his help, I'd be able to get this done much faster.
Much faster.
"Alright," I agreed finally. "You're on. But if you get us lost, then we're both idiots." I grinned to let Harry know that I was only kidding.
He chuckled; he had a low, hoarse chuckle, and he raked a hand through his wispy curls again as he glanced back down at me.
"Alright. Follow me, then."
