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"Excuse me, sir, Do you happen to know when honeydew is in season?” I asked the man working in the produce section at the grocery store.

I was shopping for Harry's party in a few days and I never learned how to pick fruit right. I feel like for someone who eats fruit a lot, I should have figured this shit out already.
 
“Yeah, you want your melon to be symmetrical and round. See this part? You never want green.” he pointed to a part of the fruit. 

“Okay thank you.” he nodded looking past me over my shoulder. He raised an eyebrow before I turned around to find Harry juggling some limes in his hands across from the sign that specifically says to handle the fruit with caution. I turned back around and sighed. “That's my boyfriend, I'll tell him to stop.” he nodded before grabbing his empty crate and walking away.

I turned back to Harry and made eye contact with him before he ended up dropping all of the limes on the floor. I pushed the cart over to him and helped him pick them up into his bag but not before he said what he says next. “Thanks, pretty girl, I guess I'm not that good at pick up 'limes'.”

I blinked at him for a second before shaking my head. “You are so lucky that I love you as much as I do. Please never say that to me again.” he laughs before placing the rest of the limes into a bag and placing them in our shopping cart.

“Thanks for shopping with me by the way. I've never thrown an adult party with actual food and stuff. No wonder Niall said I do the shopping and he'd clean up afterward. The prick just threw some money my way and thinks I'll slave over the stove all day.” His tone was a bit more serious than usual.

“Trouble in paradise, darling?” I questioned making my way to the butcher shop for some cold cuts.

“I don't know, I guess since Niall is new to all of this living on your own stuff, he's acting up a bit.” he shrugged. “He comes home late with guys and is just a bit loud when I'm trying to get my beauty sleep.” I smiled, a little giggle escaping my lips. “What?”

“Well have you thought about the fact that you're getting to that age where you're- I don't know- an adult?” he stopped me in the middle of pulling a number for the butcher. 

I have never seen him so offended in my entire life. 

“What's that supposed to mean? You calling me old?” he crossed his arms.

Again I couldn't help but giggle. “It's not a bad thing, hon, you just prefer things differently now and that's okay. It happens to some of us earlier than others.” he scoffed. “Look at it like this, what do you prefer to do now? Go to a bar to pay fifteen bucks for a decent drink, take home a random girl and wake up confused on how you even got home? Or go out to dinner with your girlfriend, drink a nice glass of wine, have sex without the risk of an STD, and going to bed a reasonable hour?”

“Can I have both? We go to a bar and then I still come home at a reasonable hour to have sex with my girlfriend?” I nodded. 

“I'm just saying, that used to be you all the time. Just over a year ago actually did I pick you up at three in the morning, stopping you from almost getting your dick pierced.”

“I never did thank you for that,” he whispered. “Look at how much has happened in a year.” I looked up at him and smiled before pulling him down to press a kiss to his cheek.

 It's been a crazy ass year.

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Back in the car, I decided to finally tell Harry about my call with Daniel. I had planned to tell him but he and I woke up the other day and had a moment with me in bed before he had to get up for work.

We just sort of laid there and had a very intimate moment where we played with our hands and ended up having a few soft kisses before he realized he was late and practically threw me off of him.

Romance at its finest.

So now I had waited and I had to tell him. “Daniel called me.” he turned to me looking at me longer than a person whos driving should look at their passenger. “Just apologized, told me he and Jessy broke up and she told him that she began dating him to basically try and make me jealous which obviously didn't work but it sort of did because we ended up on a break."

“Mhmm.”

“He wants us to be friends and I told him that it wasn't a good idea. But he apologized for basically falling for Jessy's tricks."  I shrugged. “He called the other night, just so you know.” he nodded.

“Well was he actually in love?” 

“That's what he said,” I explained everything he told me. 

“Well...now I feel bad for him. She tricked him into catching feelings- that is if he's being sincere about this situation.”

To be honest I wasn't sure if I should believe Daniel. For a moment I wanted to trust him, and who knows maybe even be friends with him. But his track record wasn't great and I knew Harry wouldn't like it. Besides what he said to me when we broke up, he wasn't that bad of a person.

“I just wanted you to know, I don't want any more secrets between us. I just want us to be honest with each other. We should tell each other everything.” he nodded. "Do you have anything to tell me?"

He passed for a second and took a deep breath before speaking. “Okay, I masturbated to your photo three times during our break.” slowly I turned to him and shook my head.

“Okay, we don't need to tell each other everything-”

“It was that photo from the night I made you squirt so hard for the first time-”

“Honey-”

“You let me take a photo of you afterward and your skin was all glowy and pretty-”

“Baby-

“I came all over my sheets and called out your name like it was a prayer-”

“Harry! For fuck's sake, I don't need to know that much!” 

He stopped at a red light and gasped. “But we love each other and I want you to know all of me.” His tone was clearly teasing me. “Don't you want me to tell you all my secrets?” I shook my head but then quickly turned my head to him.

Maybe I can finally get some answers.

A few things came to mind but one particular memory stood out.

“Actually I have a question, do you remember that time in high school when you came over for the first time? You and I were working on some study guide or something? Well, you were in the bathroom for almost thirty minutes and then left right afterward?” he stiffened. “What happened?”

“Okay I don't want to talk about that.” he began driving again and it was quiet in the car.

“What, did you shit your pants?” he shook his head. “Did you get an awkward boner?” he shook his head again. “Come on we're already together, nothing you say will change my opinion of you,” I promised to hold his hand. 

He sighed deeply looking straight ahead. “Fine, do you remember what you were wearing?” 

“Um, no?” Who remembers what they wore one particular random day over eight years ago? Well, I do remember that day, but not my outfit.

“Well, I remember very clearly. You were in this skirt that every time you swayed and walked up the stairs you could see some cheek...in the back."  I raised an eyebrow. “I didn't look but I saw some and just the thought of you- I thought you were pretty and I was hormonal so I got a boner.”

“Right.” 

“Well I hide it under your decorative pillows and stuff, but it got worse so I thought why not go to the bathroom and take care of it. So I went into the bathroom and I didn't want to spit in my hand so I looked through your stuff and found this lotion." I raised an eyebrow, turning to look at him as he spoke. “Well turns out it wasn't regular lotion it was like some sort of muscle-relaxer-icy-hot type of shit-”

“Oh my god-” I gasped covering my mouth to stop myself from laughing. “Harry, you didn't.”

“Oh but I did. I rubbed icy hot all over my dick and immediately I knew I had fucked up. So I tried to wash my dick over the sink and wet my pants and it was burning- violently- by the way. So I tried to clean my whole dick with one of your hand towels- which I also stole by the way- and basically zipped up my pants and told you I had to leave.” 

I had always wondered why he had left so quickly that day, and to be honest I had assumed something terrible had happened that he didn't want to talk about since he had tears in his eyes but apparently the reason for the tears was because his dick was on fire.

“Well… thank you for sharing that with me.” he nodded slowly. “Let's never bring this up again.”

“Please.” he practically begged.

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