Give Me Love//H.S

17

Going to the store with Harry was like going with a child. I would grab the healthy things as he threw a bag of cookies on top. I was pushing the cart with him next to me. He didn't seem like this was his ideal day. I couldn't really picture him shopping by himself. He seemed normal. Once we made it to the check out he stood behind me, crossing his arms and looking around. Like how a bodyguard would. I shook my head and began to place things on the belt. The lady behind the register smiled at me then to Harry and suddenly lost contact with the rest of the world. Her eyes scanned over his body and she bit her lip.

"Can you not do that"? I asked him.

He broke out from his stare and looked down at me.

"Stop doing what"? He asked.

"Looking like you're going to kill someone. Its creepy.

He chuckled and relaxed his arms and placed them around my waist.

"Better"? He hummed.

That simple touch made me tense. But once I seen the look on the cashers face it was priceless. I smiled and continued to place things on the belt and once I finished I grabbed my wallet.

"Hey, I'm buying". He said but I shook my head.

"Yeah. I thought about that and it's a no from me". I said handing her my card.

I turned to look at him and he was smirking. I didn't need him to buy things for me and my family. We were capable of doing things by ourselves. After I bagged everything I walked ahead of him to the car.

"You can put them in the car though. That would be amazing". I playfully winked.

He didn't say anything but nodded to let me know he heard me.

I got in the car and looked around before coming across his phone and cigarettes. I remember smoking that kind when I was in high school. Another reason why I was put on the medication. I was very stressed as a child and teen. I didn't notice Harry was sitting in the drivers seat while I thought of my past experiences.

"You all good"? He asked me.

I nodded and put my seatbelt on. Trying not to think of anything.

"You smoke"? He asked.

I shook my head and laid it on the window.

"When did you quit"? He asked.

I turned to look at him as he lit one up for himself.

"How did you know I smoked"? I curiously asked.

He chuckled and rolled his window down a bit for the smoke to leave the car.

"You bite your fingers, cough in your sleep and your voice is very raspy in the mornings. You smoked. How did you quit"? He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and played with my ring.

"Cold turkey I guess. I smoked through Highschool. I quit once my grandpa got sick. I can't remember when I even had one".

He nodded his head and kept his gaze on the road.

"I'm trying to quit. Lately things are getting worse and smoking doesn't help". He said.

I turned to look at him. His eyes still on the road.

"I learned that telling yourself you don't need it trains your brain. I chewed gum". I said.

He smiled and gave me a nod turning his radio on.

"I love this song". I smiled referring to what was playing.

"Two feet? You listen to them"? He asked.