Sorry the last chapter was so short, I posted it early by accident, oops! Instead of adding onto it, I'm just starting a new chapter. Enjoy:)
I wake up to the sound of my lovely mother yelling from downstairs, "Hey honey, we're out of eggs. Do you mind running out?" "Uhg yes, I do mind." I moan into my pillow. "Thanks, sweety." She yells up. I really dislike when people thank you before you even accept their favor, it's like they're forcing you into doing whatever they want you to do. But, seeing that my mum already made my decision for me, I roll out of bed and get ready.
I slip into a pair of baggy sweatpants and pull on a snug tank top. I conceal my blonde locks into a high, loose bun and go to my mirror. I apply a touch of mascara, concealer under my eyes, and bronzer under my cheek bones. I decide that's enough, I mean it's only the food market. Fianlly, I grab my phone, wrap my keys around my finger, and head out.
I pull up to the market and feel the harsh air conditioning bring on my goose bumps. I pick up a basket and start wandering around the vast store. It's very crowded and in some areas I can barely get past the other customers. At last, I see a close to empty isle and shortcut through it. I kind of speed walk by and keep my head down until I ram into a tall figure. Immediately, I say "Sorry, oh my gosh, sorry." But I slow my words down as I look up. His eyes glaring into me, I cannot read him for my life. My heart beats against my chest and I feel heat rushing through my veins for some reason.
Harry is standing there. I somehow managed to bump into the only person that did not want to talk to me. Wow Sara, nice going.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." I don't know why I'm so nervous but I am.
"Not your fault." His raspy voice mutters and he refuses look me in the eye when he speaks.
"Harry?" I plead in my quietest whisper, hoping to get through to him, not just his friendly outside being. I stare him right to his pupils but he does not catch my gaze.
"What're you getting?" He catches me off guard with this unusual 'small talk' tactic. Perhaps he didn't hear me.
"Umm.." I desperately search for a reply but my mind goes blank and I cannot even remember what I am here for. "Umm," I repeat and then say the first thing I find. "Tomato sauce!" And I reach out behind him to grab the first can and shove it into my basket. Why is Harry making my mind go so blank?!
I think for a second and argue weather or not I should ask him the same question but that would be the most pathetic conversation we've had. Thankfully he speaks up again. "Why didn't you wear your necklace?" Oh god, you have to be kidding.
"Well I, I thought it was too nice to wear to a food store. You know I.. need an occasion." I've never lied to him like this before yet I'm reluctant to feel completely shameful after what happened yesterday. I still think he should be apologizing.
"Harry why are you mad at me?" I blurt out and suddenly really regret it.
"Sara," He opens his mouth but no words are spoken. He only shakes his head, bobbing his curls around, and lets out a sigh. "Nothing Sara." With that, he turns around and makes the distance between us greater than I was anticipating.
That was the most awkward moment of my life and it had to be with Harry. Not only was he making me so frustrated, but now I am angry with him. Why can't he just communicate and work it out?
I put back the stupid tomato sauce and grab the eggs. Then I head to the check out lines and pick the first one I see. I don't even notice which line I'm in until Harry turns around and sees me. You've done it again Sara. He surprises me so much I jump, "Oh I didn't even notice you... I should just." and I start walking towards another line.
I guess he has a sudden change of heart because he invites me back over. "No, it's fine. No use in waiting in line again. This eases me a bit. "Look." He says. "We're on the front cover of the magazine." He informs excitedly waving the booklet in my face. I squint to focus the photo. Once he stops moving it, the horrid picture makes me gag. "NO! Harry look at me! Oh no no no, this can't be real."
Harry just chuckles at my comment, "What's wrong?"
"Do you see me? Anybody and everybody who picks up this magazine or even glances at it will see this." The picture is of us walking together down our neighborhood street and I'm wearing my pajamas. Not only that but my facial expression is a frozen in time snapshot of me laughing so hard my head is up in the sky and my eyes are wide open.
"I hate everything about this picture. I could have been wearing my.." and I trail off onto a long list of all the brand names and fashion designers I can think of. "But no, I had to wear my stupid pajamas." I finish my lengthy monologue.
When I take my eyes off the magazine cover and look at Harry, he's not exactly smiling. "Sara, you were only walking from your house to mine, so it's not a big deal you wore them."
"Only you and I know that, anybody else will think I am a crazy nonsense girl for wearing those out in public." My tone is harsher than I intend.
"Sara why can't you just be happy?" He is now shouting at me. "For once find something good in a situation maybe!" I am now frozen and I feel tears building up. I can't cry here, just hold them in longer, I tell myself. Most shoppers around us are staring, as if we don't already get enough attention.
In a lower voice now he says, "God dammit, Sara. Not here, I'm not doing this here." Then he takes his groceries and storms out of the market.