Kissy |HS|

Ch. 24

"Can I ask you something?"

I turned to Harry as we walked side by side in the grocery store. He'd never looked more adorable than now, pushing a cart and sorting through vegetables to find the best ones.

I smiled and nodded, answering his query. I grabbed a thing of bananas and set them in the cart.

"How come you didn't tell me about you and Flynn? I mean, not that its entirely my business but, if you think about it, I only know minor details about you."

I could sense he was uneasy about asking, but to be honest it wasn't something I was necessarily hiding. Just something I wasn't telling.

I was also waiting for the moment Avery decided to mention it, she wasn't much for keeping things secret when it came down to it.

I smiled softly, pulling a few tomato's out and sticking them in a frail bag.

"Avery told you?" I asked.

He nodded and waited for me to say something else.

I shrugged, pursing my lips. "There's a lot of things I haven't told you. I've never found it vital to bring stuff up from the past unless its photographed I suppose, or in this case, brought up."

"There's other things?"

I chuckled at his one track mind, "Har, unimportant things."

He hummed in response and leaned against the cart.

"If it makes any difference, I'm really sorry it happened love. Nobody should ever feel or go through what you did."

I flashed him a sweet grin and pressed my lips to his cheek, wrapping an arm around the nape of his neck.

His hands slid to the small of my back, embracing my tiny figure and taking in every bit of my affection. After that he seemed contempt throughout the entire time of shopping.

"Hey look at these bad puppies," he says and holds up packaged hot dogs, a smug grin on his face.

It took me a while to pick up what he was putting down, but as soon as I did, I couldn't help that slight smile that appeared on my face, letting out a scoff.

"That's dumb," I said, taking the package from his hands and putting them in the cart.

He chuckled and after the remaining shopping period, I had sat through countless puns and jokes, dumbfounded at Harry's sense of humor but laughing nonetheless because, it was quite possibly the most endearing and lovable thing I've ever encountered. 

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During the car ride, Harry had taken it upon himself to bless me with his vocal abilities. 

As he drove, he danced and sang along to numerous songs that came on my shuffle. If he didn't know it, he'd find away to get into the groove of it.

I had swooned, and it hit harder than a hammer to a nail.

He looked so damn beautiful, the town lights glimmering off of his skin, it was astounding how good someone could appear at night.

When he sang, just to give it the perfect umph, he curved his mouth in a way that I'd never seen, flashing his pearly whites and pulling his eyebrows into a pinch.

When he strained for rasp, by god I can assure you my legs had to be tied together. The way his jawline became more prominent, the veins in his neck portruding and when he felt the music, he'd squeeze his hand into a fist.