Blowing Smoke (Harry Styles)

Chapter 28

Harry pulled the Audi onto the side of the road beside Scoops. Scoops was a family owned ice-cream shop, but they had the best ice-cream out there, and for the best prices.

I got out giddily, wincing slightly at the pain in my ankle, but hobbled my way to the tiny ice-cream shop, waiting in line. When Harry joined me, I left him in line and ran to look at all of the delicious flavours of ice-cream on display behind the glass.

Strawberry Shortcake, Birthday Cake, Rolo, Tiger Tiger, Triple Chocolate Brownie, Cookie Dough, Banana Chocolate Chip…

I moaned, just imagining the wonderful taste of all of the ice-cream. I spotted my favourite and then anxiously waited beside Harry in line.

"Don’t you w-want to check which one you w-want?" I asked him questionably.

"I’ve been here before." he pointed out. "I always get the same."

"I d-do too. I just w-wanted to see all of the f-flavours." I admitted. "Last I w-was here, I was eight y-years old and I c-came with a f-friend from school. I thought it w-was a d-date, but at the end, he t-told me it wasn’t a d-date because he didn’t d-date boys and n-never talked to m-me again."

Harry couldn’t help it, he laughed. “Seriously?”

"I’m s-serious." I admitted. "I was m-mistaken for a boy a lot, even though I h-have long hair and clearly am a g-girl."

"Sure. Clearly." Harry said sarcastically with a smirk.

I laughed.

Finally, the old man in front of us in line ordered his Pralines and Cream ice-cream, and it was our turn to order.

"A small Black Cherry ice-cream in a chocolate waffle cone, please." I ordered, not stuttering on a beat since I had said it so many times in my life.

"Same." Harry ordered from behind me.

I turned to look at him with my eyebrows furrowed.

"W-why did you order the s-same as m-me?" I asked questionably and folded my arms over my chest.

"It’s what I order when I come here." Harry stated with a shrug.

"W-weird." I mumbled and turned back to the cashier who was smirking at us, probably thinking that we were on a date.

"That will be 3 pounds." the cashier said to us.

Both Harry and I looked at each other. “You’re paying.” Harry stated.

"Um…n-no. You are." I said, folding my arms over my chest. "You’re the one w-who is t-taking m-me out."

"But your the one that said we should go out for ice-cream." Harry pointed out.

"But you’re the g-guy." I countered.

"And you’re the girl."

"But I d-don’t have m-money on m-me." I pointed out. "I j-just went for a r-run."

"I just need the money." the cashier interrupted our argument. "I don’t care who it’s from."

Harry cursed under his breath and pulled out his wallet, slapping down three pounds on the small table that came out from the cashier window.

I smirked in victory, moving my hands from over my chest to on my hips.

"You owe me." Harry warned and pointed his finger at me.

"F-fine." I agreed, still smirking wildly for winning against Harry.

The cashier handed us the two waffle cones with chocolate dipping on the top and bright pink ice-cream inside. I took mine, Harry taking his.