Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 29

As Harry and I walk through the grocery store, I push the cart and he fills it. He's the expert on cooking, I'm just kind of here to nod my head when he asks if we should get something. Yeah I worked at a restaurant, but Harry is definitely more involved in cooking than I am. I like to cook, and consider myself decent, but Harry is basically a chef.

"So your meeting was good?" I ask, going to the upstairs portion of the Whole Foods that we are at.

"Yeah, it was quite nice, actually. I'm really excited about tour next year," Harry tells me, as we examine the asparagus.

For a second I think about what I'm going to do without Harry, but I don't let myself worry about it too much. I just need to focus on the now.

"I'm so glad!! I'm excited for you," I smile, genuinely happy for him.

We continue to browse the aisles, finding asparagus, whole wheat dough for bread rolls,  wine, and the perfect steak meat (which takes Harry approximately way too long). People are staring at us, and even pointing. They don't hide their interest at all.

After checking out and going back to Harry's place, we begin to cook. I help prepare the veggies, adding hints of spices and then steaming them. Harry is out on the beautiful, huge balcony, cooking the steak. I take a silly picture of him posing while freezing his ass off while grilling, and save it to my gallery.

I decide not to post it on social media because I honestly like having our life be more on the private side. Harry and I decided that it's best if my instagram comments are at least limited to people I follow, so that way I can't get harassed or anything. The fans were pretty brutal at the start, but I don't think they really care anymore since I haven't posted since before the public knew.

"Smells good," I compliment, and he smiles.

"Why thank you. I can cook steak for your parents on one of the nights that they're here," he offers, and I nod.

"Thank you, Harry," I smile, feeling very grateful for the loving man that I get to call my boyfriend.

"Stop thanking me, gosh," he jokes, fake scoffing at my compliment. I go over and laugh, leaning upwards to kiss him. Just like the first time - I light up on the inside. It never changes. There's something about kissing him that makes me so electric, I can't explain it.

After Harry is done grilling, we set his table all fancy as a practice for Thursday, playing around with how we are going to position the flowers and shit like that.

Harry places the food in front of us, and I go and get the wine. I pour Harry a glass of my wine, and pour myself a glass of his.

We sit down and begin to eat, admiring the beautiful food in front of us.

"The asparagus is nicely cooked, good job Av," Harry compliments, but I blow it off.

"Oh please, you did most of the work," I laugh, and he shakes his head.

"No I didn't, you most certainly did," he fights, and I shrug.

"I guess. Thank you," I appreciate his compliment, especially since he's such an amazing cook.

"Your rolls and steak are very good. The steak is just the right amount of chewy," I compliment back, and Harry smirks.

"Thank you, thank you. That's what I like to hear." I laugh at his goofiness, and take a sip of my wine, which is really Harry's. Harry takes a sip of his as well, and immediately makes a face.

"This is your wine, isn't it," he says, looking at his glass with a disgusted expression.

My jaw drops down in shock. How can he tell? I love wine but they're the same exact type, I can't with him.