"Living like what?" He snapped, his temper rising.
I rolled my eyes- Harry was always so defensive and stubborn.
"Look at the place-" I said, gesturing to the room.
"Yes, it's my home." He said, taking a swig out of the milk carton.
I shook my head. "Wrong Harry- it's a house, not a home. There isn't one picture of you in this whole bloody thing."
He shrugged, replacing the milk. "I have no one to take picture with."
"WHAT ABOUT ME?!" I screamed, my eyes sparkling with humor.
It was his turn to roll his eyes, shaking his head slightly.
"You guys are so bloody weird."
Both Harry and I spun around to face Hannah.
An amused smirk plastered her face as she held her iPhone up, recording a video no doubt.
"Just the boyfriends having a quarrel." She dictated, her voice dropping like David Attenborough's.
"You are such a bloody geek." I laughed.
"We're going now." Harry snapped, walking towards the front door, holding it open for Hannah.
Her face dropped as she tucked her phone into her front pocket of her jeans. She walked past him briskly, stepping outside. I followed behind her, stepping sharply on Harry's foot as I walked by.
He flinched.
"Stop being a fucking asshole." I whispered under my breath.
We split in opposite directions to our car.
"Tell Niall both HANNAH and I, say hello." He called out, waving.
I heard Hannah make a tone of disapproval, Harry's deep voice chastising her. Holding back laughter, I jumped into the drivers seat of our Range Rover.
"I wish good luck to them both." I muttered to Niall as I pulled out of the street.
"Why?" He asked, curious.
"Harry is too stubborn and overprotective to admit he wants to date her- not just a fuck- and Hannah is too stubborn and bitchy to realize how good of a guy he is." I laughed, looking across the road.
Niall joined in my laughter. "Is that all?" He joked.
I shook my head. "Oh no, no, it gets worse.. Hannah is bringing HARRY grocery shopping."
Niall barked a laugh, his eyes glistening. "Oh Jesus Christ do you remember the last time?!"
I nodded quickly. "Exactly."
Hannah POV
We were in the Range Rover again, the window intact like new. Sitting in silence, I drummed a beat on my jean-clad leg, just to take my mind away from this situation.
Being alone in a car with Harry, I reminded myself.
I rolled my eyes... at myself.
"What kind of music do you like?" Harry asked quietly, turning the car smoothly left.
"If you are trying to hold a conversation with my then please stop." I said coldly, drumming the beat still.
"I like Pink Floyd," He muttered, answering his own question. "The Lumineers, The Kooks, Coldplay, Passenger, Nickelback-"
I laughed. "Nickelback suck shit." I scoffed, unable to stop myself.
He laughed with me. "They arnet that bad."
I raised my eyebrows.
Oh yes the fucking were.
"I like Ed Sheeran, Eminem, Tupac, Beyonce, Michael Buble." He continued, naming things as he drove.
His taste was quite good, I didn't mind a few of those myself.
"I listen to everything- From Edith Piaf, Beethoven to Rihanna and Bastille-"
"I love Bastille!" I nearly shouted, my voice raising a few octaves in excitement.
He chuckled at my reaction. "I met them once, really nice guys. Very talented."
My eyes widened. "How on Earth did you meet them?"
"My house party in July." He said smiling.
"You managed to fit a PARTY in your house?!" I said, thinking of the slightly small rooms.
"I have more than one house, Hannah." He said, shrugging his shoulders as he parked the car, shutting off the engine.
"What do we need in here?" He said slowly.
I shrugged. "Food." He nodded, hoping out of the car to open my door for me.
Stupid fucking child lock.
His hand went to entwine with mine, I flinched.
We aren't friends just because we talked a bit about music.
"I know that." He snapped.
My mouth popped open wide- Did I just say that out loud?
He stonily ignore me as we entered the supermarket, his body close to mine however- in an annoying almost protective stance as we moved the trolley up and down the aisles.
He just stared stonily ahead, his face turning slightly ashen.
He wavered slightly, gripping the trolley for support.
"Are you okay?" I asked hesitantly- like I cared.
He nodded. "Just- get whatever."
I sure as fuck will grab what I want.
Doritos, chips, salsa, three boxes of cereal, juice in every flavor, chocolate, lollies, oatmeal, coffee, tea, icecream, chicken, steak, pasta, more pasta, pasta sauce, tomatoes, peanuts, salted cashews, lemon seasoning, tomato sauce, salt, pepper, butter, eggs, cream, bread, cheese.
Harry didn't even seem to care, his body rigid and ungraceful as we moved throughout the aisles.
"Okay I'm done." I snapped.
His eyes widened slightly, a light sheen of sweat covering across his forehead. He gulped so quickly I'm sure I must of imagined it.
"A-Are you sure?" He whispered.
"Um yeah.. why?"
He shook his head, faintly smiling. "N-No reason."
We headed over to the self check out and I seriously thought Harry was going to have a panic attack.
Chapter 10
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