Something Bad Is About To Happen || h.s

SIX

If Walls Could Talk - 5 Seconds of Summer
"If these walls could talk
I'd hope they wouldn't say anything
Because they've seen way too things
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[Warning: smut]

Mirabelle Faia

So far, the date is going pretty well.

I'm not as nervous anymore, and the drinks are helping me loosen up a bit.

I'm actually kind of a social butterfly. I can make friends easily, just I don't say much about myself. It's a good trait to be honest.

Now, about my date, my dangerously hot date.

He's really sweet, a dork, and he's nice company.

I will admit. I really like him so far. He's tall, handsome, green eyes. Good sense of fashion too. But those gold Chelsea boots are not it. Why would he ever wear those?

Well, it's not the worse thing in the world. But, he could've done better.

But holy fucking shit balls, that accent is so attractive. It's low, and the way he speaks is just- wow.

Anyways.

After I hit the bullseye, I made my way back to my last glass of scotch. I already know I had a bit much, I still need to control myself.

As I take a sip of my drink, I start staring at his back. How can backs be so attractive? And don't get me started on his hair. Jesus, the hair.

Harry probably noticed my staring, because when he looked back at me, he winked. The cheeky bastard winked at me. To be fair, I did too as I sauntered away, but we don't talk about that.

Hm.

I like him too much already.

I chug the last of my scotch and go up to him.

The pub has died down a little bit already, so it isn't as busy.

He turns around yet again, meeting eyes with me.

Those emerald eyes.

Shit. Mira, focus, you dumb bitch.

He smiles at me. "What's up?"

"Mm, not much." I say. Thinking of a little plan I had in mind.

It had already been a couple of hours, and I was wondering if he'll ever make a move.

We've been giving each other glances and touching each other flirtatiously, but the poor guy can't take a hint.

Looking deep into his eyes, my hands on his shoulders, "If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I nod my head towards the door. With that look in my eye.

Please God, let him take the hint.

"Is that so?" Harry responds, smirking lightly.

Well, pat on my back for me.

"Yes indeed. Join me?" I whisper into his ear.

He gulped.

Mmm. Yes, the gulp.

"Well, if you insist." He whispers back.

Fuck.

Okay, wow. That was easier than expected.

I smile lightly, and we go hand in hand into the small one-person bathroom in the pub.

I'm leading the way as my shit-eating grin is growing on my face.