Before I Die

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I woke up to the annoying sound of Harry's alarm going off. I groaned and buried my head into the pillow. It smelled good, like Harry.

"Shit, guess I forgot to turn that off," Harry mumbled. He reached over and pressed a button to stop the noise. I lifted my head up from the pillow and looked at the clock. It was 9:00. Not too early.

Harry got up and went into his closet, grabbing clothes. The sight of him in only boxers was still just as wonderful as it had been the night before.

"So, what are we gonna do today babe?" he asked while pulling a white t-shirt over his head. I shrugged my shoulders and sat up in the bed.

"How about we bake the cake? I'm still not sure why you want it to be shaped and decorated like a monkey," I suggested.

"I don't really have a reason, I just thought it would be fun. Ya know?" he laughed.

"No, I don't know. Baking a cake isn't even something special that we have to do before my death," I said. He rolled his eyes and said something about how I just don't understand him. I obviously didn't.

I finally got out of the comfortable bed and went to the bathroom. I looked at my appearance and sighed. My mascara had turned the area underneath my eyes black. I guess that's what I get for being too lazy to take it off before going to sleep. I put some more of Gemma's clothes on since mine from the previous day had dirt on them.

"Lucy I'm making breakfast!" Harry yelled from somewhere in the house.

"Okay I'll be there in a second," I shouted back.

I peed and wiped my nasty makeup from the day before off. I realized that all my makeup was back at my house, so Harry would just have to deal with my horrendous natural ugliness.

"Mm, eggs," I said when I walked into the kitchen and saw a plate with scrambled eggs and a piece of toast at the table.

"I hope you like eggs and toast. I don't really have anything else," he said. I nodded and took a bite of toast.

After we finished eating I realized that my mom was probably worried about where I was.

"Crap, I never told my mom I was leaving last night," I said.

"It's okay, I told her about our plans. I asked for permission for you to stay at my place," Harry replied. My cheeks slightly reddened at the thought of my mom knowing I stayed at Harry's house. We didn't do anything dirty, but she probably assumed we did.

I stood up from the table and carried my plate to the kitchen sink. Harry followed me and did the same.

"So, we need cake mix. What kind do you want?" he asked.

"Chocolate," I answered.

"Okay, do you want to come to the store with me to get it or should I just go on my own?" he asked.

"I'll go with you," I said. Harry grabbed his keys off of the small table next to the front door and headed outside to the car. I followed closely behind him. He opened the passenger door for me and then realized that I needed to drive since he didn't know where a grocery store was.

"Wait, I need a beanie," he said and quickly rushed back into the house. About two minutes later he came back with a blue beanie on his head covering his curls.

"It helps me not get noticed as much," he informed me. I nodded, remembering an interview I had watched before where he had said that.

I drove to the nearest Wal-Mart and we got out of the car and made our way to the entrance of the store. Harry grabbed my hand as we walked. His hand was so much larger than mine, but it felt like they were made for each other. Our fingers fit together perfectly despite the size difference.

"So where is the cake mix section?" Harry asked.

"Follow me," I replied and pointed in the direction of where we were going.

We walked towards the aisle where the cake mix would be and picked up a box of chocolate cake mix. Just as we were turning around to go check out, I realized that we needed icing.

"Wait! We need to get icing too, we can't have a cake without icing," I said. Harry nodded and skipped back to the aisle we had been at. I giggled at how dumb he looked.

"Why are you laughing at me?" he frowned.

"Because you're skipping around Wal-Mart. What are you, five?" I said. He made a pouty face and grabbed a container of chocolate icing off the shelf.

"Anything else we need?" he asked. I thought about it for a minute and shook my head. Harry started skipping towards the front of the store so we could purchase our cake mix and icing.

"Lucyyy, please skip with me," he begged. I laughed and gave in. He took my hand in his and we skipped together.

The bad thing about skipping with your famous boyfriend is that it draws a lot of attention to yourself, so of course some fans started gathering around us. Harry waved to them and we kept skipping. He didn't stop to take pictures or sign things even though tons of girls were screaming his name and begging for pictures.

"Excuse me sir, but you're causing a disruption in our store. You need to stop running around like that," a worker stopped us.

"For some strange reason I don't think that walking will cause any less of a disruption," Harry replied. The man looked confused; he obviously didn't know who Harry was.

"He's in a famous band called One Direction, ever heard of it?" I asked the man. His face changed, the look of confusion left. He nodded and motioned for us to go to a register and check out.

We bought or cake mix and icing and went out to the parking lot to leave.

"That was fun," Harry said. I nodded. It was the most fun I had ever had at a grocery store.