Dangerous Love

Chapter Eleven - What's He Doing Here?!?!

*Ashley'sPOV*

I smiled as Harry drove away. Most people would be afraid of someone like him, but they don't know him like I do. They don't know what he's been through and what he does, so I really don't care what they think of me dating him.

I gently knock on the door and waited for either my mother or father to answer the door.

I turned around and faced the road, I just hope nothing bad happens during the dinner.

The door clicked open making me turn around.

"George?" I asked shocked.

George was wearing a nice dress shirt with jeans and his normal Nike shoes. When Mom said they had invited him, thought we were meeting him there.

"Your parents uh..asked me to come." He said scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It's alright, I feel like they're obsessed with you. I'm sorry about that." I chuckled as we walked inside.

"It's alright, not a lot of people can't resist me." He chuckled.

"Ashley, I left your outfit on your bed." said Mom walking down the stairs wearing a nice red top and blue jeans with high red heels.

"Ok?" I said confused.

I walked upstairs and into my room, I noticed a nice pink loose button up shirt with black skinny jeans with black flats on the floor.

"No, not happening." I said throwing the black flats into my closet.

I quickly put on the shirt and jeans making me look absolutely great. I grabbed my pink with black dc high tops and slipped them on.

"Mom I'm ready, lets get this over with." I shouted walking downstairs.

My mother looked a bit angry, so I smirked. "Did you honestly think I was going to wear those ugly old flats?" I chuckled.

"You are to look nice for this dinner, look how sharp George looks so you have to look just as sharp." She said sternly.

"Mrs. Jones, she looks fine like that. Don't make her wear those flats, she's gonna make me piggy back her back to the car like she did in eighth grade prom." He chuckled.

Yes, George and I went to eighth grade prom together. It doesn't mean he likes me or I like him, we went as friends and that's it.

"Alright then, lets go." smiled Mom.

Mom, George and I walked to the truck where my Dad had already turned it on.

"My baby girl looks as beautiful as ever." He chuckled helping me into the truck.

The ride to the dinner was silent and awkward as my Mom would turn to look at George and I, smile then turned around.

"Are you as creeped out as me?" I whispered to George.

"Oh, thank god. I thought it was just me." He whispered.

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My Dad finally parked the car in the Diner Parkin lot, which wasn't that full. Which was great for me.

"Hello, table for four?" asked the waiter.

"Yes please." nodded Dad.

"Right this way ladies and gentelmen." He smiled leading us towards a booth.

"Thank you." smiled Dad as the waiter walked away.

Mom and Dad kept smiling at me and George as they read their menus.

"This is really weird." I whispered to George.

"Yeah, no shit." He chuckled.

"Hello my name is...Harold and I'll be your waiter for today." said a familiar voice.

I looked up at the waiter and saw Harry, my eyes widened. I was confused at the fact that he would be here, so I just pretended like I didn't know him.

"Yes I'll take a double meat burger with everything on it and a Coke." said Dad.

Dang, Harry must be really good at acting cuz I don't remember him telling me he was a waiter.

"I'll take the wings with a water, please." smiled Mom.

Harry smirked at me, "Would that be blue cheese or ranch with your wings, ma'am?" He asked.

"Oh, Ranch please." She smiled.

I'm still pretty surprised my parents don't recognize Harry, then again he is wearing a beanie that made him look different. He looked a bit more attractive than he usually does. I'll have to tell him to keep the beanie look later.

Harry wrote everything down on a note pad and looked towards George.

Oh no, I knew he was here to keep an eye on George. Why did he have to do this? I mean I know he's over protective, but he didn't have to go to these measures.

"And for you sir?" He asked in a low and stern voice, thankfully my parents didn't notice but George did.

"Uh....I'll take the same as Mr. Jones." nodded George trying not to show his nervousness.

"And what about you, babe?" He asked with a smirk.

Is he being serious right now? Did he seriously just do that?

"Um..I'll take the salad with a water." I said in a slur.

Harry frowned, "Are you sure about that, babe? That's pretty much next to nothing." He said a bit worried.

I like how worried he was about me, but I don't usually like the food from this diner. Whenever we come here, which is when my parents come, I usually just eat a salad and eat something when I get home.

"Oh it's fine, that's all I usually eat when we come to this diner." I nodded.

"Love, this isn't enough." sighed Harry.

"It's what she wants, now leave and stop calling my daughter 'babe' or 'love'." growled Dad.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned around walking away.

"Can you excuse me for a second, I have to use the restroom." I smiled getting up to my feet.