Poppy/H.S

Chapter 11

"Oh," I let out a frustrated sight, scanning the plate of waffles in front of me.

"Is everything okay?" Harry asks, looking up from his plate to meet my disappointed eyes.

"I, um, I'm kind of allergic to peanuts," I admit, biting my lips. "There are some in the waffle dough, I must have misread it in the menu."

"I'm sorry about that, do you want to order something else?"

"No, I'm good. I'll just have the fruit on the side," I smile, picking up a strawberry from the plate and putting it in my mouth.

"Nonsense. I'll go get Rose while you pick something else from the menu," Harry says, putting his cutlery away.

"No, Harry. It's fine, really. I'm not even that hungry anymore. I'm all good with my fruit," I say, making him frown.

"But you haven't had your breakfast this morning. You need to get something in your stomach," he urges me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm fine, Harry. I'll fix myself some lunch when I get home."

"We can go halfsies. You can have a half of my grilled chicken sandwich and the fruit from your waffles, and I'm gonna have the rest," he suggests, picking up his cutlery and cutting his sandwich in two equal halves.

"That's so generous of you, Harry," I say in awe. "But are you sure you don't mind sharing your meal with me?"

"I'm more than sure, love. You've gotta eat something. Wouldn't want you to faint or something," he smiles while putting the bigger half of his sandwich on a separate plate, handing it to me. "Here you go."

"Thank you, Harry," I smile and pass him my waffles in return.

"Mhmm," he moans out with his sandwich-filled mouth, making me laugh. "It's really good," he giggles when he swallows.

I can't help but think how cute he is, sticking out his tongue first before taking a bite. I wonder if someone has ever pointed it out to him, but I decide to remain silent, thinking he might find my innocent remark offensive.

I pick up the sandwich with my bare hands, copying Harry's actions, and taking a huge bite from the sandwich. "You're right, it's delicious. The chicken is really tender," I say, gulping down the sandwich.

"Yeah. I'm always right," he chuckles. "You know, this was such a good idea, the splitting thing. I have just enough room to eat the waffles as a dessert," he states with his mouth full, making the last bite of his half of the sandwich disappear.

"Mhmm, I'm also looking forward to having some more of that fruit later," I agree with him before wiping the corners of my mouth with a napkin, making sure there are no remains of grilled chicken on my face.

I watch Harry copy my actions, grabbing a napkin for himself as well before picking up a new pair of cutlery, digging into the peanut waffles.

"Oh lord, these are exquisite," he says before dipping another piece of the waffles to the chocolate sauce. "What a shame you can't taste them."

"Yeah, I bet they're delicious. They look amazing. I'm jealous," I giggle before awkwardly leaning across the table to pick up a strawberry from Harry's plate, remembering we've agreed that the fruit would be mine.

Harry immediately scoots over to, so that I could have better access to his plate."Thanks," I blush.

"That's alright. The fruit's all yours," he smiles. "You know, next time we're here, you should request a portion of these with no peanuts. Best waffles I've ever had, I swear."