where it ends || h.s. {COMPLETED}

Chapter 15

Maela's Point of view

This night has gone in a weird direction, from serious to completely childish, and as much as Harry says he doesn't like it, I know he does. Tonight is just meant for him to be free, even for just a few hours. Because it's not just a date for me, not after how he told me the way I make him feel. Everyone out on this Friday night seems happy enough, and as we stand outside a small counter-service restaurant in a decently long line, I can see the displeasure on his face from the swarm of people.

"They don't even have a place to eat- or even lean," he snarls into my ear and I let out a soft laugh.

"Don't be so stuck up, we can walk around, be all romantic and stuff," I giggle, finding humor in my own words. Harry on the other hand is easily distressed as he runs his fingers through his perfectly situated curls and tosses them to the side so now his hair leans to the back of his head. It looks extremely fluffy, I would do anything to feel his hair right here, right now, but I resist from doing so, keeping my twitching fingers to myself.

"Oh really? Was that your plan? Take me to a 'restaurant' and be all lovey dovey?" He questions, his smirk reaching his eyes.
I smile at his reaction.

"This is a four point six star restaurant," I snort while taunting him and he purses his lips together.

"Fair enough," he murmurs, once again placing his arm around my shoulder like he had when he had taken me from work. But this time he leans down and kisses my lips sweetly, my eyes fluttering at the gesture as he pulls back. Butterflies overflow my stomach and I flush as I look down, his arm only tightening around my shoulders before relaxing, moving forward with the line.

I start to look up at him just for no reason, but as I do I see a woman a few feet ahead of us, her eyes piercing the both of us harshly. She turns away a few seconds after we make eye contact, and my bottom lip gets caught between my teeth. I have to tell harry.

"Did you see that?" I ask softly, and he looks down at me.

"What?" He mutters lowly, and I blink, his face relaxed.

"The lady with the blonde hair in front of us.. she was staring at us," I murmur and he blinks before glancing at the woman in front.

He hums softly before shrugging his shoulders.

"I'm sure she's just.. curious," he whispers, kissing my forehead and I let out a shaky sigh. If he says so. Honestly there was a sting to her glare, and it felt devious and threatening even. I feel uneasy thinking about it, but after she orders her food she's gone, a man tugging her to their car. I let out another sigh, this time of relief and Harry smiles warmly at me when we finally order our food, walking down the city streets with smiles on our faces.

"How does yours taste?" I ask, laughing when his teeth takes a sliver of onion with his bite, the piece dangling from his lips. He blinks and finally laughs, shoving the slice into his mouth and pursing his lips together.

"It's good," he mutters, and he smirks down at me. I cock an eyebrow at him.

"Good?" I gape in disapproval and he looks confused.

"What?" He asks and I nudge his shoulder playfully.

"Give it all to me, come on," I press and now he raises an eyebrow.

"Give it to you Ms. Sharp? Your choice of words is dashing," he rasps and instantly I roll my eyes, but even then I flush. "What about you? How's yours?" He asks and I snort playfully.

"It's good," I smirk and suddenly he's reaching into his phone someone calling his cell. I avert my attention back to my sandwich and pretend to not care, when I can easily say that I do.