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forty two.

Things Harry should remember on the date:

Sneak in kisses on the cheek, and say sorry if it is rude, yes remember that.

Memorise the page that states how to handle physical and intimate moments.

Compliment like no tomorrow, but like not extra please.

Remind Iman that she is beautiful every time I can.

Pick up more of first person phrases, and drop the third person step by step.

Remember the knock-knock jokes from the internet, throw them in at random and laugh by all means.

Try to keep eye contact, remember Iman has pretty eyes.

Stop giggling for no reason.

Oh, yes, yes deep breaths, easy breathing, rub palms and more deep breaths. This is a date, not a wedding.

Have a fun night.

Harry giggles to himself, neatly folding the clean white paper and tucking it into the pocket of his black suede jacket. The scent of his new cologne is lingering around him, and he certainly likes this new scent. No longer soft and fragile, but still has a little warmness wafting around him. He applies a little cherry flavoured lip balm, smacking his lip and clearing his throat, waiting for Iman outside her house.

"So sorry I am late!" Iman pipes out, stepping out of the house with a bubbly Daya behind her and pausing to smile at him.

"H-Hi! H-Hello!" he gives a little wave, smiling a little at Daya and trying to stare at Iman properly.

"He looks hot, daddy as fu.ck." Daya whispers, squeezing Iman's shoulders with a squeak.

"I'm taking you to church on Sunday, remind me," Iman whispers back, giving a fake smile.

"Yes, like you can remember your way to the house of the lord, fake." Daya laughs, waving at Harry and stepping back into the house.

Iman clears her throat, awkwardly standing and wanting Harry to take in her appearance. A floral patterned tutu skirt is around her waist, landing right before her knee and a black lace top with elbow sleeves is smoothly tucked into the skirt. Thick black curls looking freshly conditioned, packed in a 70s mocking style that suits her face. A pair of black flats are comfortably covering her feet and there is mild makeup plastered on her face.

"Harry, look at me," Iman giggles, placing her hand on her waist and swaying side to side.

"Yes...yes trying that!" he answers, walking towards her with a giggle.

"You look so damn handsome," she breathes out, slowly wrapping an arm around his and leaning in closer to him.

"Well, Iman...Iman looks beautiful as...as always," Harry clears his throat, remembering his note.

"Charming man, I'm proud." Iman smiles, and they begin walking into the quiet street.

The two of them stay quiet, walking close to each other and deciding to enjoy the comfortable silence brewing between them. Harry does sneak a few kisses on her forehead and cheeks, and Iman tries to compose herself from squealing non-stop. It feels like the world is finally silent and they can hear their own voices in a new way. This is their first proper date, and it has been long coming, after a few moments in the start.

"Have you tried anything new in Milkshake land?" Iman asks, aiming to keep a conversation.

"H-Harry uh...yes I joined...joined their club on the internet and...and we...yes that is Iman and H-Harry are on the rainbow package," he beams, speaking with so much confidence and pride.