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I barely make it to the restaurant on time. I've picked at the skin around my finger nails and I take a deep breath before walking inside. I feel extremely nauseous, my stomach flipping as I wak toward the hostess.
"Reservation?"
I clear my throat, forcing a smile as I look at the young woman, "Hi. It should be under Styles."
She nods her head once before gesturing for me to follow her. The table is at the back and Harry's sat down, waiting for me. When he spots me, he stands and meets me halfway as he helps me with my coat. As I take a seat, he kisses my cheek three times and I blush, butterflies swarming my stomach as he walks to his seat. He's ordered a glass of whiskey for himself and a wine for me.
"You look absolutely beautiful, sweet girl." He smiles, "I've missed you so much."
I blush again, biting my bottom lip to contain my smile. Harry and I saw each other three days ago, which isn't really that long, but to us it is. Harry orders us some food and as I take a sip of my wine, he pulls out a small gift box.
"I... got you a little something. It's an early Christmas present."
I can tell he's nervous. His fingers are playing with his lip and his leg is bouncing. He practically shoves the box at me, making me giggle. He's the cutest. I rip through the paper and gasp once the box is open. It's a beautiful silver bracelet with diamonds.
"Oh my god. Harry, this is gorgeous." I smile.
"Do you like it? It's okay if you don't, I can just-"
I cut him off as I lean over the table and press my lips to his. I flip the bracelet over and tears begin to roll down my cheeks.
My beautiful girl, always. I love you.
I kiss him again and he smiles, standing up.
"I was hoping you'd like it."
He clasps the bracelet on my wrist and I can't help but smile. This is the prettiest piece of jewellery I've ever received. Of course, Orlando has bought me rings and necklaces, even bracelets. But nothing compares to this. It's so special.
"I love you so much."
He kisses me again and I moan at the taste of his lips. I could never get enough of him. He holds my hand from across the table and I bring his hand up to my mouth, kissing the palm of his hand as he grins at me. We eat slowly, usually we're in a rush to get home and fuck before I have to get back home.
"D-Do you want to dance?" He asks, a blush rising on his cheeks, "With me?"
"Yes."
He leads me to the dancefloor where there's a few other couples dancing. He holds me close, his hands on my lower back as we sway. We're nose to nose and we can't seem to wipe the silly grins off of our faces.
