Magnetic love - Harry lewis

Chapter XI

As we arrived at the restaurant, I felt several pairs of eyes fall onto me, one of those being Harry. He was wearing a pale, white shirt with navy blue trousers, and he looked phenomenal. As he approached me, I could sense the nervousness in voice as he croaked: "wow.. you look.. amazing."

I felt myself blush as I crafted a response: "thanks, you could say the same about yourself." We both smiled at each other as we took a seat opposite each other, eager to begin a conversation. As he glared at the menu, he asked me: "what do you think I should get? There's too many appetising options."

Of course I knew his favourite food was sushi, along with a side of vodka.

I replied, "personally, I think you should get a sushi, I know how much you love it. Get a vodka too, it's a weird combination but trust me, it's so nice."

His eyes lit up at my response, almost as if he was delighted to hear that I remembered his favourite meal and drink: "I can't believe you can remember that, but sure, I trust you. I'll get them both."

I smiled back as I glared down at my menu, before eventually deciding to order a spaghetti bolognaise, along with a drink of red wine.

Me and Harry broke into conversation as we found many different subjects to talk about. Sometimes, I even forgot that there were other people on the table. Well, that was until I was interrupted by Ethan: "lovebirds, you do realise that you can eat your food?" Oh sh*t, I forgot that our food had been given to us over an hour ago, and we were too busy talking to notice.

We both burst into laughter and we picked up our cutlery, attempting to eat our meals while stopping to talk on the odd occasion. Finally, we'd finished our meals and everyone decided to head to a nearby club.
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As we walked in to the club, a mischievous grin crept upon my face as I came up with an idea. "Harry, I bet a grand I could last longer than you before passing out."

He let out a sarcastic laugh, "hah, says the girl who passed out after only having a couple of shots and a tequila the other night." Of course he was right, but that wasn't going to stop me from a little friendly competition. After taking a couple of minutes of consideration, he agreed to the challenge "game on, you're gonna get smashed."

As we headed towards the bar, I felt a surge of adrenaline travel through my veins. This felt as familiar as the first night I saw him in many years, and I'm not complaining.

He handed me the first shots before beginning to explain the rules. "Right, when I drink a shot, you have to drink the same one. Last one standing before throwing up or passing out gets a grand. Deal?"

"Deal"

As he counted down to one, we both sipped the shots. That was only the first one, but I could feel the immediate effect taking place, with my brain getting lost in the concentration in winning a grand.

As the hours passed, we continued to sip shots, occasionally letting out a slight groan of disgust in between each one. Eventually, it had been 4 hours, and I scanned the nearby area to find out where everyone had gone, but nobody was there. They'd left without me and Harry.

Panicked, I slurred "They've gone without us, how are we gonna get home?"

"Don't worry about it princess, il get a cab."

Princess? That was unusual, but I was too drunk to even think about that and more focused on trying not to throw up. Eventually, Harry attempted to stand up, but he threw up on his way. I yelled, "ahah, I win. Now where's my grand?"

"Alright fine, you've clearly grown more tolerant to alcohol over the years. It used to be one pint and you were gone."

I laughed, drunk out of my mind as Harry leant onto my shoulder, struggling to stand up. I attempted to pull out my phone to book a cab to take us home, but instead, I accidentally managed to call Simon. He picked up: "hello? Lexi?"

Harry let out a laugh as he eventually realised what I'd done. "Shit".