My darling of the pub

Chapter Four: Date night

I nervously pace my living room. My heart is racing. Henry asked me on a date a few days ago, and today was the first day we could do it. I've been working like crazy and it's burnt through his time home. Before long he will have to return to filming, and that upsets me. Two months in which we could have grown closer and instead I've had to turn him down a hundred times. I think that's part of the reason I'm so nervous. I'm scared he is going to break up with me. I would break up with me.

He hasn't said what we are doing. All he said is that I needed pants, not a skirt. He suggested jeans or something like that. I wonder what we could possibly be doing that needs pants so badly.

I hear a motorcycle go by but ignore it. They go by all the time in this part of town. This one sits for a minute then stops. Now I'm a little confused. Did one of my neighbors buy a motorcycle? A few moments later, someone knocks. In a slight panic, I fly to the door and open it. Much to my surprise before me stands Henry, in a leather jacket. Under one arm is a helmet, in the other a jacket.

"You are going to want this." He purrs, handing me the jacket. I nervously peek around him to see a red motorcycle.

"Nope, not going to happen." I gasp in a mild panic. I attempt to turn and enter the house. However, Henry catches me and spins me back around.

"You'll be fine. You trust me don't you?" He asks as he puts the full-face helmet on my head. I give a nervous squeak, catching his waist so I don't fall. He adjusts my bun under the helmet so the helmet is sitting properly. He does it up before forcing me into the jacket.

"Henry, I've never been on a bike." I whimper as he adjusts my jacket. However, he completely ignores me.

"I don't like this Henry." I gasp as he pulls me from the apartment. He takes my keys from me and locks the door. He then shoves them into one of the inside pockets of my leather jacket. He hastily zips it up and takes my hand. He leads me to the bike, even when I try to stop multiple times.

"I'm going to get on than you are. You'll put your feet on these pegs and wrap your arms around my waist." He purrs, pulling on his helmet. He climbs on and offers me a hand. I nervously look the bike over before hesitantly climbing on. He keeps the bike steady as I take a seat and find the other peg. Once I'm sitting, he pulls my knees in closer to him. I tremble as I wrap my arms around him. He reaches down to pull my arms tighter around him.

"You'll be fine darling. I'd never do anything that could hurt you." He laughs, starting the bike. I give a startled squeak, my grip on him tightening. He carefully pulls back onto the road and makes his way around the block.

"Can you hear me?" He asks, his voice sounding in my ear.

"Yes, but I'm not sure how," I mutter nervously as he takes a turn.

"Helmets are Bluetooth connected. Try to lean with the bike, not against it. You don't weigh enough to tip us, but it makes it harder to turn." He says in a calm and reassuring voice. I nod a little before speaking.

"Sorry," I whisper, my voice full of panic. After a moment he pulls over, doing something with his phone. He has it placed over the tank, under the handlebars. There is a stand that it clips in, just above the gauges. Soft country music begins playing through the helmet.

"Is that loud enough, or do I need to turn it up?" He asks over the music.

"Fine," I mutter, still trembling behind him. He turns it up slightly before carefully pulling onto the road again. He makes his way through town, never going about thirty-five miles an hour. I slowly relax behind him, my attention on the music. He has good taste in music, and it's very calming.