At Your Service

Chapter 14

"That's alright," He shrugged, "You can't be any worse than me."

"We'll see," I challenged with a knowing smirk on my face.

"Right," He smiled, "You're all set, so just give me like half an hour and I'll drive us to a couple of shops," I nodded and let him go, so he could get all that sweat off his body and take us shopping.

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As promised, it didn't take longer than half an hour for us to be wrapped up in warm jackets, (mine being one of Harry's due to my lack of warm coats), and inside Harry's large black Range Rover. I was definitely a fan of the tall car, but more so of the heated seats. This car screamed comfort and I absolutely loved it.

"Do you need me to warm up the heating?" Harry mindfully asked.

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p', "Your car is warm enough, thank you."

"You're welcome," He smiled. I stared out the window and to see the movement on the outside. It was no lie that the weather in England was absolutely chilling, especially during the winter. People from here wouldn't notice much of the difference, but I did catch a glimpse of tourists who looked like walking pillows with how fluffy their coats were. I've never been out of England before and I haven't been to many places that weren't my hometown, except London and Liverpool, one for a school trip in the fifth grade and the other to visit my nan that wasn't from around here.

As my mind drifted away, I found myself not paying attention to my surroundings. I could hear the low rumble of the radio playing, but I wasn't paying any mind to it. Yet that changed when I suddenly felt a large palm gently holding onto my thigh. My head turned to the sight and I blushed at the sight of Harry's ring clad hand holding me. It didn't help that he was rather close to my crotch, but not close enough to be flustered by it.

"Is this okay?" He cautiously asked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to stare at me with wary eyes.

"It is," I mumbled cheekily. Instead of a reply from the man sitting next to me, he squeezed my thigh and continued to drive down the busy road.

A couple of minutes later, Harry finally parked his car in a place I had never been to before. I ungracefully got out of the tall car and looked around where we were. From the looks of it, it was a street filled with high end brands with luxury items I couldn't afford in this lifetime.

"Where are we?" I asked Harry when he stepped beside me and guided me forward with his hand on my lower back.

"Just a nice street I usually go to," He shrugged.

"But everything looks so expensive," I pointed out, "I can't afford expensive clothes!"

"Then it's a good thing I can," He retaliated. I stopped on my step and stared at the curly haired man as if he had lost his mind, which he really did.

"Why'd you stop walking?" He asked while frowning in confusion.

"I'm not letting you buy me my clothes," I stated.

"Why not?" He gawked.

"Because!" I asserted, "They're my clothes, not your responsibility to buy them for me."

"Oh, come on, Lou," He muttered with a smile, "You can't be serious."

"I am!" I crossed my arms over my chest, "I don't care what you say, I'm not going to let you buy anything for me."

"Alright then," Harry caved in, "If that's what you want..."

"It is," I confirmed. I couldn't miss the roll of his eyes as we walked side by side alongside the street. I won't lie and say that I was getting slightly worried about how on earth I was going to pay for everything I needed. If every store was as expensive as I've seen on the price tag of a store's display, I'd be lucky if I'd go back home with anything more than a t-shirt.