A Chapter in their lives...
For the hundredth time since we got to Tesco, I take out what Harry just put in the cart-my apologies, the trolley-and put it back on the shelf. My long sigh doesn't go unnoticed, but really, who needs four packs of chocolate chips cookie mix?
"What if you make one batch and it fails? You burn it and bam, no more," he argues with a pout, taking the three packs I just put back up. "At least you'll have other packs and you can make more."
I roll my eyes. "If I burn my cookies, I'll just take it as a cue that I wasn't meant to bake them, and I'll make them another time when I buy a pack."
He throws the packs back in the cart anyway and winks. "Well, I'll want more so you're gonna make them for me."
Again, I roll my eyes and push the cart further. Usually, Harry is the one to push the cart. Not that he didn't offer to do it this time, because we argued for over five minutes at the door on who was going to push the cart. He always does it, and we always end up with too much junk and not enough actual food. Today I won by telling him that I wouldn't be giving him any sex for the weekend-in other words, the entire duration of his stay- and he simply threw his hands in the air and mumbled, "Jesus, woman. No need to get your knickers in a twist." I scolded him.
Harry wanders happily in the cereal aisle, pulling different boxes from the shelves and dropping them in the overloaded cart. I sigh when the fifth box is put on top of all the things. "Harry! You're here for the weekend! How are you going to eat all of those within three days?"
He shrugs. "I won't. But at least the cupboard won't be empty when I'm back for good."
I raise an eyebrow. "That's in a month, Haz. They're going to be expired by the time you come back for good. Put them back and stop touching everything, otherwise we'll never be out of here."
So he listens like the good boy that he is and places the boxes back on their respective shelf, but the smirk on his face doesn't face. I'm about to ask what the hell he finds so funny about acting like a five-year-old in the middle of a store when he comes behind me and places his hands next to mine on the cart. My breath hitches when I feel his chest pressing against my back, pushing me forward but in a different way than just helping me push the heavy cart.
When his lips make contact with my ear, my heart stops. "And why are you so eager to be home soon? Got anything in mind?"
From this angle, he can't see my face, so I pretend that the blush creeping on my cheeks isn't affecting me. "Yeah, like kicking your butt," I mutter, and I'm proud of myself for sounding so confident. He's hardly been back for two hours and the little shit is already being cocky.
"Yeah?" he whispers, biting at my earlobe, and I quickly look around to make sure no one saw that. And well, no one seems to be paying much attention at the pop star practically raping me in the aisle. "You like to touch my bum, don't you, babe?"
His fabulous butt... "No clue what you're talking about."
"Sorry, then. Let me give you a little reminder," he chuckles, removing his hand from the cart. I jump and squeal when he grabs my ass and gives a firm tap where he squeezed.
"Harry!"
He growls in my ear and laughs. "At least you know what name you'll be screaming later." A chill runs through my body. Is it just me or the entire store just got very hot?
We travel in the second to last aisle-milk, eggs, and cheese. I'm just grateful for the refrigerators to cool me down a little. Harry stays behind me, still tightly pressed against my back, and I barely have enough room to move to pick a dozen eggs.
"I think you're manipulating the eggs a little too much there, love," Harry interrupts my thoughts as I make sure none of the eggs are broken in the pack. "Eager to be manipulating something else?"
The old couple standing in front of us turns towards around, the woman shooting Harry a displeased look as he ignores them. I suck my bottom lip in my mouth to conceal my giggle. "Jesus," I manage to say, fanning myself when the eggs are safely in the cart.
"Yeah, you'll be screaming that, too," Harry says, earning another glance from the old couple. Another chill runs through my body, the butterflies going crazy in my stomach.
We follow the old couple down the aisle and Harry stays quiet while I grab the cheese, milk and yogurt. When he grabs a pound of butter, I give him a strange look. "Butter isn't on the list."
He smirks. "Just think, if food always tastes so much better with butter, I can only imagine how good you'd taste."
The pack of string cheese I'd been holding falls on the floor and the old couple turns around with their eyebrows above their hairline. I shoot them an apologetic look and bend down to retrieve the cheese, but also to hide my flaming cheeks. Harry takes the opportunity to swap my ass and I get up at the speed of light.
"What's gotten into you?" I squeak, my voice so much higher than it usually is. "What if someone sees us? It'll be all over the magazines. "
Imagine the headlines: 'Breaking news: Harry Styles and girlfriend Elena Reed getting at it in Tesco!' I shiver at the thought. "Come on," Harry begs, pulling at my waist. "Have a little fun with me. It's eight PM, there's hardly anyone here and I've missed you so much."
"I'll have fun with you when we get home, and when you decide to behave." I don't want him to behave. God, if there wasn't anyone in the aisle I'd probably jump on him.
And then he bites at my neck and I can no longer find the little amount of self-control I had left in me. I close my eyes and lean back against him, moaning as he sucks a particular region in the crevice of my neck, sending too many sensations at once through my body.
When his tongue soothes the sore spot on my skin, I turn around in his arms and press my back to the cart as he presses himself onto my front. "You're so bad," I whisper, leaning up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his.
"You're not any better," he mumbles against my lips, removing one hand from the cart and allowing it to wander under my shirt. His fingers trace patterns on the skin of my stomach and I sigh when it reaches the underwire of my bra. "Just a little squeeze," he begs.
"There're people," I mutter back, not making any move to push him away. I haven't been with him in over a month and, well, I have needs. "Harry."
He moans when his palm squeezes my boob above the bra, keeping it PG-13 as we're still in the store, and a cold breeze hits my stomach where the shirt has been lifted. My back arches against the cart and I roll my hips against his. The friction causes a wave of heat to hit me, and Harry doesn't even try to hide his arousal.
As I walk backwards, pushing the cart with me, I can't help but slip a finger under the waist band of his jeans-how it fits with the tightness of his pants, I don't know-and pull him with me. He obliges and walks forward, his lips not leaving mine once.
Too caught up in the moment, we barely hear the deep cough behind me. My eyes snap open and I push Harry away, my shirt falling to cover my stomach. Harry wipes his lips with the back of his hands and smirks.
The cart has knocked the old couple's cart to the side and they stare at us with a disapproving look. I let out a series of apologies but they don't buy them, until charming Harry speaks up. "So sorry, Sir. Girls, these days," he winks, pointing at me with his thumb.
My jaw falls slack, but it really hits the floor when the old man nods and smiles, raising an eyebrow at his wife who scoffs, but giggles. I snarl at Harry, and he just shrugs innocently. "Elena, really, you should learn to control yourself in public. That was quite inappropriate."
"Go fu-"
"Miss, swearing in public isn't going to get you anywhere," the old man interrupts, raising an eyebrow at me.
Harry throws his head back and laughs, holding his stomach and all. "Yeah, El, you really should learn behave in public. Can't take you anywhere!"
My nostrils flare and I ignore the old couple walking in front of us. "When's the next tour?" I ask out of context, and Harry just raises an eyebrow.
"Hmm, next year? I don't know, why?"
"No sex for you until then," I smirk, throwing a bag of frozen fries where his jeans are the tightest. He groans and snarls when the cold hits his crotch, eyes darkening at me. "Sorry, did that hurt? So will no sex for a year. Now, push the cart, will you? Can't trust your hands if they're free."
"Go fu-"
"Trust me, Haz, you'll be the one fucking yourself for a while if you don't behave."
He pulls his tongue out at me like a two-year-old, earning a second bag of cold fries to the crotch.
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Chapter end notes:
Hello loves!!
So this is part 1 of the many other One shots.
Hope you enjoyed it! ❤
-Katexx