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ISABELLA

"Cinnamon buns. We're getting cinnamon buns."

I shake my head at him. His vibrant green eyes are set on mine, fighting to break my resolve. "We're getting crepes." I playfully yell as I slam my fist down on the dash of the car for extra dramatics.

We had been sitting in Harry's car for the past twenty-three minutes (yes, I checked), arguing about where we wanted to go for breakfast. It was half past ten and I was starved. I had insisted that we ate with Harry's mother this morning, but Harry had been quick to shoot that idea down He claimed that he wanted to spend some alone time. Not only that, but to show me the "sights" of Manchester. The first spot being this great cafe he'd frequent regularly when he was in school.

"Nice try, doll, but this is my car. My choice."

"But I don't like cinnamon buns." I whine to him. He looks at me as if I've grown another head. I didn't see how ridiculous my statement was. There was something about the cinnamon and cream cheese mixture that I didn't like. Maybe it was weird but it was all about personal preferences, right?

"How can you not like cinnamon buns?" He yells, absolutely appalled.

"Easy tiger. I just don't." I cross my arms in front of my chest. A smirk playing on my lips. I playfully turn my head away from him, directing my body away from his gaze, but instead, towards the car door.

"You're being ridiculous." He points out. I huff in faux annoyance, hoping to make my point, and in turn, get my preferred breakfast of choice. "Iz," he reaches for my arm. "Trust me on this one. They have these massive chocolate chip muffins that I think you'll like. Red velvet ones cupcakes, too."

My ears perk up at the mention of my kryptonite. The weakness of all sweets. Red velvet. "You're cruel."

"No. Not cruel. I think I win though." He winks at me. I stick my tongue out and flip him my freshly painted middle finger. This earns a hearty laugh in return. "Real mature."

"Just start the car."

"Yes ma'am."

Harry starts the engine. It stalls at first earning a string of curse words muttered under his breath. He takes a deep breath before turning the key in the ignition. Thankfully, it starts up without any problems. We drive out of the driveway and towards the main road.

We were only driving for ten minutes until we pull up in front of a brightly painted building. The streets are lined with equally as bright brick buildings. The sidewalks are full of people enjoying the early Saturday morning sunshine. I pick up my purse from the ground and sling it over my shoulder. Harry is quick to jump out of the car, and before I even get the chance to blink, he is opening my door for me. Something that I had grown accustomed to since we first started dating.

"Who said chivalry was dead." I step out of the car. A cheeky grin plastered on his lips.

"Let's go." He places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me down a block until we are at a pink painted building. There's a brown sign on top of an open door. Creme. "In here babe," he leads me inside. It's not too busy. A couple is sitting at the window, a young man at a table behind them working away on his laptop. In the far left corner is an older dark haired man, who's face is intently reading a newspaper.

I follow Harry up to thecash register. A guy, who must have been around our age, was standing behind a glass case. His head was facing down as he finished up someones drink order. "A chai latte for Megan," he calls out.

Harry is standing to the side. His eyes set on the different breakfast sweets. "Are those the infamous cinnamon buns?" I ask him. I wrap my arm around his waist, laying my head against his side. He looks down at me, a smile dancing on his lips.

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