Harry rubs his hands together and shakes the water out of his hair. His jacket is dripping from the Seattle rain, and though the daily constant storms are expected and not at all out of the ordinary, it doesn’t mean he enjoys them.
The grocery store is fairly busy for a late Sunday night. There are an abundance of people walking up and down the canned food aisle, and Harry briefly panics, thinking he missed a major weather alert. He rolls his shoulders, knowing he’s being paranoid, and takes off toward the produce aisle.
He sees that a package of blueberries are buy two, get the third for a dollar. He has no idea if that’s a bargain, and he’s fairly certain he won’t be able to eat three full packs of berries before they spoil, but it’s the first time in a long time he hasn’t had to worry about money, so he grabs all three plastic packages, placing them into his basket.
He continues to move up and down the aisles, grabbing an array of vegetables, additional fruits, bread, and a bag of chocolate Hershey kisses, the bag he hides in the back of the freezer that almost no one knows about. He’s standing in the cereal aisle, debating on plain Cheerios or Honey Nut when he feels someone’s gaze on him.
Harry looks up and he feels like he’s in the presence of a ghost. He thinks he can hear his heart beating, and he’s sure his complexion is an awful shade of white.
HELLO DID YOU GUYS KNOW SHELLY IS WRITING ME A FIC I LOVE HER 😍