Hashtag: Again
Posted: 23rd March 2022
Pairing: Bella & Edward
Other: AH, OOC
I push the cart through the open doors of the hardware store, my written list secured between my teeth as I make my way towards the tool aisle.
I don't know what possessed me to think that I could complete all of the renovations on Aunt Fi's estate by myself, but I'm no quitter. Except for that one time I quit my job, but that doesn't count. I toss the tools required onto the top part of the cart - or trolley, as they're known over here, and head over to the timber. A few planks of hardwood should tide me over, surely? I can't imagine needing more than that. I balance the wood precariously along the handlebar and awkwardly steer myself in the direction of the paint.
I'm busy looking down at my list and don't notice that I am rapidly approaching another ca- trolley. The sound of metal hitting off of metal startles me and I look up ready to apologise only to bite back a groan and stop myself from giving an exaggerated eye roll.
I swear he's following me. Everywhere I've been so far he's been there.
Here we go again.
"Are you stalking me or something?" I bite out, moving my cart away from his.
"A good mornin' to you too." He smirks, his Irish brogue doing funny things to my insides despite the fact he annoys the ever living shit out of me. "Need a little help steering there?" He asks as I almost stumble into a pyramid of stacked paint tins.
"I can handle things myself, thank you very much."
"Sure you can. That's why you almost knocked that pile of Dulux over just now." He smirked. "You're going to need more timber than that. Those planks won't even cover the reno work needed on the porch."
"What would you know? This could be for a completely different project." I jutted my chin out in defiance. "What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have some people to run around in your cab? Or serve a few drinks in the bar?" I tried to push past him but he stepped in my way.
"Trust me. I know what I'm talking about when it comes to renovations. And Flannigan's is a pub, not a bar."
"Whatever." This time I couldn't fight the eye roll.
"Here. You're gonna need this." He handed me a small net.
"What's this?"
"We'll with how hard you're rolling your eyes they're bound to fall out. You're gonna need something to catch them with."
"Ha. Ha." I deadpanned, pushing the net into his chest. I couldn't help but notice how firm his chest felt when my fingers involuntarily flexed into the muscles.
"No, seriously, you're going to need my help." He stepped in front of me again.
"Look….what is your name anyway?"
"Edward. Edward Cullen." He grinned again. His green eyes twinkling beneath his heavy, reddish brows.
"Look Edward, I inherited my great aunts property and I intend to fix it up myself. Now if you will excuse me, I need to check out and carry on with my plans." I finally managed to get my trolley -and all of its contents- safely past Edward and off down the aisle.
"You're going to need my help eventually Miss Swan." He called after me.
I flipped him off over my shoulder and carried on. I don't need him. Stupid helpful Irish sex god.
But oh how wrong I would be…