"Harry, stop! I'm not flirting with him!" I defended myself, exasperated. This whole argument started when we went to the Calvin Klein store. The store clerk had asked me what I was looking for, so I told him I was helping my boyfriend pick out some new underwear and boxers. He kept asking questions, and I answered casually—but when Harry saw us, he immediately got jealous.
The problem? He overheard me laughing.
Harry approached just as the clerk walked away, his brows furrowed in suspicion. "Why are you laughing?" he demanded.
"Forget it," I said, waving him off, but he refused to let it go.
"Why on earth were you laughing with that weirdo?" He stared me down, arms crossed.
Every time I tried to explain, I’d dissolve into uncontrollable laughter. The whole thing was just absurd—the clerk was openly gay, and completely out of nowhere, he had started asking me about Harry’s… well, manhood.
Harry clenched his jaw, his frustration evident. "Then why did you look like you were throwing yourself at him?"
"Why don't you just admit you're jealous?" I teased, barely holding back another laugh.
"Whatever. Just tell me—what did he say that was so funny?"
"Okay, okay, but I'm warning you," I smirked.
Harry gave me a poker-faced stare, impatiently waiting.
"So the clerk asked me what I wanted to buy, and I told him I was helping you pick out some boxers. Then, he asked what size you were. I said, 'Ten or nine,' and suddenly he started laughing and—"
Harry cut me off. "What do you mean, 'you know'? How would I know?" His confusion was clear.
I took a deep breath, still giggling. "He asked me if your—well, you know—was big or small. That’s why I lost it."
Harry’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. "What?"
"Told you so!" I burst into laughter again.
His expression twisted between disbelief and mortification. "Did you tell him?"
I wiggled my eyebrows mischievously. "Why don't you ask him yourself?"
Harry shook his head, his lips curving into an amused smile. Dimples appeared as he tried to recover from the humiliation.
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