Daddy

Chapter 1

Harry was walking through the store and picking up the groceries that he neglected to purchase a few days before. He somehow forgot the essential things that he needed and only grabbed the things that he already had and the things that he hadn't needed in about a month or so. He picked up a gallon of whole milk, moving on to the cheese. He checked his notes and moved to the eggs and yogurt. He grabbed five individual yogurts, one for every day he worked, and two dozen eggs. He knew that Eleanor, his housemate, was needing some more hairspray so he picked up some hairspray as well. He smiled as he thought about dinner. He was going to make breakfast for dinner, just to annoy Eleanor. Knowing her, she would call Gemma and tell on him. It was all just very entertaining and all in good fun, of course. They'd never do anything to hurt the other's feelings. It was fun living with Gemma's best friend. That way, he always had an excuse to hang out with Gemma so he never missed her.

He picked up a gossip magazine and a few other things that he knew that they needed, whether it was for him or for Eleanor. He was used to doing her shopping. They took turns with who had to go shopping. When it was the first and third week of the month, Eleanor went shopping. When it was the second and fourth week of the month, Harry went shopping. They saw it on Grey's Anatomy, so that's how they shopped. The weeks were decided by who got paid on what week, which worked out for both of them.

He was walking out of the frozen section of the store, which he was only in to cool himself down, when some rude nitwit ran into his cart. He was just about ready to be angry and tell them that they should look before they crossed somewhere, whether it was in the store or on the street. Then he would lecture them about how unsafe it is to go across something without looking and that if it was the street, they could've been killed or injured really bad and then they would have high medical bills and their insurance would go up, but there was nobody in sight. He was slightly more angered by that. That was like a hit and run. He was going through the lecture he was going to give to the culprit when he saw them when someone walked up beside him.

"What are you staring at?" A voice asked from beside him.

"Some nitwit ran into me. Why are you talking to me? I'm a stranger to you, you're a stranger to me. And you scared me. That wasn't nice, plus you don't know if I'm going to kill you or not. What if I'm a murderer and I'm going to kill you?"

"I've lived here for a while and I've never crossed paths with a murderer that went shopping at an organic store. No matter how many health nuts live here, I still haven't crossed paths with a murderer shopping here. What are you even doing here? You're wasting your life eating healthy things."

"I don't normally shop here and even if I did, I wouldn't be wasting my life. I'd rather be healthy and fit than eating McDonald's every day and eating shit and not looking good. This is just the closest thing to where I work," Harry replied, not knowing why the hell he was even talking to this weirdo next to him that popped up from nowhere.

"Oh yeah? Where do you work?"

"You don't know my name. Why the hell do you want to know where I work? Would you like my address next?" Harry asked, getting irritated by the man-child next to him.

"Nope, I was planning on getting your address from the information that you gave to your employer. That is, once I hacked the computers holding the files of your employer. What are you? A teacher? You seem like a teacher. You'd make a good teacher, you've got a soft voice."

"I'm a lawyer."

"Oh, fancy, how many years did you go to school, Mr. Lawyer?"

"Six years...."

"Thank you for helping me decide that I don't want to be a lawyer. My name is Louis, what is yours? Or are you worried that I'll go and search for your information at the library and the courthouse, Mr. Lawyer?"