Age is just a number, after all. (Morten Harket x Reader)

Age is just a number, after all. (Chapter 23)

This flu didn't let go of you for a good amount of time, but when it finally did, you felt very relieved.

The fact that Mr. Harket had simply just appeared at your doorstep days ago still baffled your mind.
It felt like this had been a really close call. But it hadn't been. Your mother seemed to be absolutely unsuspecting.

You were finally able to go back to work during the week, although you took things slow, just to be safe.
You planned on meeting with Mr. Harket this saturday, if everything went well. Judging by his text messages, he was way more excited for this meeting than you were. Carefree and puppy-eyed, even. The situational uncertainty and all of those questions you couldn't answer gnawed on your mind and gave you bellyaches.
Where would all of this go in the end?

You tried to imagine scenarios in which you told your family about your relationship with Mr. Harket.
"Hey mum, this is Mr. Harket, the father of my bully - but oh, you've met him before. Oh yeah, also, I've engaged in a romantic relationship with him."

It just sounded so ridiculous! All of it! Oh, the shame-
You couldn't shake it. No matter which way you turned it, it stayed the same. There was no way you could keep going like this. And you needed to confront him with that fact.
And you decided to do it this saturday.

When saturday came, you felt progressively uncomfortable. He must have been thinking about this too, you thought. There is no way this issue hasn't crossed his mind yet even once.

The two of you had arranged a date at Mr. Harkets place. He offered to make dinner, which you gladly accepted, since his cooking was great.
The time you spent getting ready that day, you also spent worrying. What would he say? Would it make him feel bad? Would he laugh it off?

You shouted goodbye as you left the house. Luckily your mother didn't ask too many questions about where you went in your free time. She gave her best respecting your privacy. However, you did tell her you would be meeting up with colleagues. You couldn't use Caroline as an excuse since she was still abroad.
You became increasingly nervous on your way to Mr. Harkets house. It felt like your heart was doing the tango in your chest, and simultaneously there was a lump forming in your throat.

It wasn't like you weren't happy to see him. He still made you feel like a thousand butterflies were trapped in your belly, he still gave you this feeling of warmth and safety.
But at the same time, the relationship you had with him felt like a forbidden fruit. Like you had opened Pandora's box.
As you stepped up to his door, you swallowed. You took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

You assumed you'd still have a few seconds left to awkwardly stand there and wait alone with your messy thoughts. However, you were proven wrong as the door swung open no longer than 2 seconds after the doorbell rang.

Mr. Harkets face beamed at you. His eyes sparkled, and he carried a wide smile when he saw you.
"Hello, love. It's good to see you again", he said in a low voice, almost a whisper.

You smiled. "Good evening."

He motioned you to enter his house, which you did. Afterwards, he helped you out of your jacket.

You went to walk towards the living room. However, he stopped you.

"(y/n), please wait. This might look a little strange but, could you please put this on?"

Your gaze travelled downwards to his hands. He was holding a piece of cloth that could have been something like a scarf, maybe? You cocked your head to the side questioningly.

"A scarf?"

"A blindfold", he said.

Oh-oh, where is this going to go?, you thought. Apparently, he was able to see the confusion on your face, and started to elaborate.