Chapter 27

"Harold I told you to pick up your socks!"

"I did!"

"No you didn't! I am staring right at them." I stared down at the three pairs sitting in the middle of the living room. Harold had a bad habit of taking his socks off wherever he was and leaving them there until I pick them up.

"I put them away!" Harold yelled from the kitchen.

"Harold." I placed my hands on my hips. We've had this argument at least once a week since we've moved in together four months ago.

"I swear it wasn't me." Harold came out of the kitchen. I pointed to the socks sitting in the living room and gave him a look.

"Everyone is going to be here in 5 minutes and we don't need these front and center." I scolded.

"I put them away like you asked ten minutes ago."

"Clearly not."

"Why would I put them away and then take them back out." Harold raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"They don't magically crawl out of the closet."

"Bella-" The sound