In a fortnight

Chapter 7

   I still cannot believe it, I'm going to Harry's show. And he's gonna buy me a drink. My heart hasn't fluttered like this in yearsssssss. It was already Thursday, the days had gone by so slow. I wasn't scheduled for anything these past two days, so I just stayed home. I felt super exhausted, but the image of seeing Harry at his show kept me going.

I woke up wrapped in my satin sheets, I couldn't help but smile at the thought that Harry had practically asked me out, even if he hadn't said it directly. I still felt so happy. As I lay there I was imagining what I was gonna wear, obviously he's not gonna be with me, but he is gonna see me.

I sat up taking in my surroundings, today was gonna be amazing. Should I go shopping? I think I'm gonna go shopping.

I got up to get ready for the day. I picked out a vest like top and a white tennis skirt, I pair that with black boots and a large brown coat. I grabbed my purse and I was off to the mall.

****
I had 3 bags of each hand while my bodyguard held my other ones. Can you tell I was a big spender.

"Do you want some food, Neil?" I looked at him as I stopped in the middle of the path. He looked down at me.

"No miss." He looked back straight ahead, he was no fun. I'd always try to do something nice and he always struck down my attempts.

"Come onnnn. A little food won't hurt you." I pulled him toward a little restaurant they had next to a shop.

"Miss it's apart of my contract, I can't accept anything from you, just protect you." My father owned a company that "distributed" body guards to companies or people who really needed them. Practically a future million dollar company.

"Oh, leave it to my dad to not let you eat on duty. We are fine Neil." Neil was 49 and still working for my father. I'm 22, he was outside my mothers room guarding me when I was born.

We walked in and waited for the hostess to greet us, we waited for about 20 minutes.

"Hello welcome, table for tw- waitttt aren't you from House of The Dragon?" He looked a little stunned.

"Yes I am." My face flushed as I looked down a bit. He grabbed the menus and utensils.

"Right this way miss Thomas." He winked at me. I felt a bit uncomfortable, but the feeling of hunger was wayyyy more intense. He led us to a booth table, as we sat down he placed the menus in front of us.

"I'll be back to take your orders." He waited there for a bit starting between the both of us.

"Thank you so much." And he left. Me and Neil looked at each other and I let out a laugh, he just stared at me.

"That was entertaining to you?" Neil raised an eyebrow at me. I just started laughing harder. I picked up the menu and looked through it, the fettuccine Alfredo looked so good but so did the Cajun shrimp pasta thingy.

A few minutes later the waiter came back with our wine.

"Ok are you ready to order?" He stared intensely at me. It made me very nervous. I didn't want to admit but I was sweating.

"Yes I'll take the chicken Alfredo and he will have the shrimp carbonara. Thank you so much." I grabbed both menus and returned it to the waiter. Neil stared up at me with his eyebrow up.

"Ok I'll be back with your food." When he left I pulled out my phone and took a picture of my empty plate and glass of wine, the room was dim so it made my picture look so classy. I captioned it 'Dinner date' and choose the song House Of Balloons by the weekend. As I pressed story I couldn't help by crack up at the thought of how many people would take it serious.
*****