Poppy/H.S

Chapter 38

I found myself checking the time more often than ever, counting down the minutes until Harry comes pick me up for our first date.

He left shortly after having eaten breakfast, saying he had some things he had to take care of and get ready for our date. He hasn't given me any hint of where the date is going to take place, he's just told me that there's no dress code and that I could wear whatever I wanted.

"What should I wear?" I ask him nervously, not wanting him to leave my house just yet.

"Val, baby, I've already told you," he says, taking a step closer to me, "You can wear whatever you want. It's just gonna be the two of us."

"But that leaves the options pretty wide open," I sigh in frustration, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, "You need to be more specific."

"Wear something sexy for me," he rasps, pecking my lips sweetly, "Which, again, leaves your options open even wider, since you know I always find you sexy," he whispers against my lips, his hands resting on my waist.

"Mhm," I hum, letting all my frustration float away in the passionate kiss, "Don't go yet," I wrap my hands around his neck, tugging him closer to me when I notice he's slowly pulling away from me.

"I'll see you in a few hours," he says in between the kisses.

"But I'll miss you," I tell him flirtatiously, trapping his lower lip in between my teeth, which makes him groan.

"We can text in the meantime, yeah?" He whispers against my lips before he pecks them one more time, "Text me when you miss me."

"Okay," I sigh, defeated when he finally pulls away from me.

Before he leaves through the front door, he plants a small kiss on my forehead, "Bye, baby."

So here I am, standing in front of my very full closet that looks rather empty right now with different options of outfits laid down on the bed.

After a while of what seemed like endless decision making, I've opted for an outfit consisting of a short black leather skirt, which I combined with a beige long-sleeved turtleneck. Being reminded of the fact that Harry's been saying he doesn't want to touch me until our first date, which is today, I made sure to put on a matching pair of underwear. I wanted to wear one of my favourite black lacy sets, however, the black bra could have been seen through the light beige colour of my shirt, so eventually I've opted for a lacy white bra with a matching thong, hoping it's something Harry likes.

I have no idea where he wants to take me today. I was extremely glad when he said it's just gonna me the two of us, meaning our first date won't be in a overcrowded restaurant, like literally all my other first dates were. I feel like Harry has thought of something romantic, which he has been planning for weeks ahead. I've never met a guy who was so thoughtful and considerate as him before. Nevertheless, I'm sure if Harry picked out the worst location possible for our date, I can already tell it still would be the best date of my life.

It doesn't matter where you go or if the other person picks out an expensive location, what actually matters is whom you're going out with. I would be perfectly fine with spending a date at a garbage dump if I knew Harry would be there with me. Honestly, I'd go to the end of the world with him.

With my hair curled, I add some finishing touches to my outfit, including my favourite pieces of jewellery. However, the necklace I'd received from Harry dominates its way through the outfit, making the shiny white gold justice scales stand out. I don't forget to spray some of my favourite perfume, the sweet smell of vanilla and lavender stuck in the air.