Not meant to be

Warning

(Mick's point of view)

I finally got (Y/N) to leave the house.

I don't blame her for wanting to stay inside but I just want her to get outside and start to get a little more comfortable.
I know I will never understand what she is going through, but I want to be there for her though the good times and the bad.

I look down at her tiny body. She's got my hoodie on and the hood drawn over her face.

"Can you even see?" I ask her.

She nods a little and I chuckle.

She hasn't let go of my hand and she's squeezing it as hard as I think she can.

"I've got you baby. I won't let anyone hurt you," I tell her as I lean down to give her a kiss on her forehead.

She nods but she still hasn't stopped shaking.

She snuggles into my side as we walk into the grocery store.

"Mick I'm scared," (Y/N) whispers to me.

I give her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"It's okay (Y/N), I've got you. No one is going to hurt you. I promise," I tell her.

She nods and gets even closer to me, if that's even possible.

We walk down the meat aisle and I place different types of meat in the cart.

"Do you want anything from here?" I ask.

She grabs some chicken and sets it into the cart.

She looks up at me and smiles. I smile down at her and give her a hug.

"Thank you for doing this. I know this is a big step," I tell her.

She nods into my chest and sighs.

I grab her hand again and we walk down a different aisle.

We put various things in the cart.

It feels nice to shop as a couple, we haven't done this before but I already like it.

I feel (Y/N)'s hands relax in mine as i lead her to the check out lanes.

I mutter hello to the cashier and I start pulling stuff out of the cart and placing it on the conveyor belt.

Suddenly (Y/N) wraps her arms around me and I feel her whole body shaking.

"(Y/N), whats wrong?" I ask as I look down at her.

I can tell she's on the verge of tears.

"Mick. That dudes staring at me and he just winked at me and I-I'm scared," (Y/N) whimpers.

I look behind us to notice this dude is smirking at (Y/N).

"Hey bastard! Keep your eyes to yourself," I yell at the man, there is no way I'm letting him get away with making (Y/N) uncomfortable.

"What you going to do about it," the man asks.

I smirk, this dude must either have a death wish or be really stupid.

I turn around and face him, I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down.

He shrinks back and mutters to himself.

"Sorry," he squeaks.

I just growl which causes him to flinch. He grabs his basket and walks away.

I roll my eyes. Some men are just assholes.

I look down at (Y/N) and she's crying. She's still clinging to me.