Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter 54

The picture attached is Annabelle's dress. I stumbled across that picture today and realized it's exactly what I wanted her dress to look like. :-)

"I want to take you somewhere fancy." Harry said as they sat on a bench in a park, watching couples having picnics and kids chase each other. "I want to see you in that dress again." His lips curved up into a smirk, which rarely happens. Annabelle felt her cheeks heat up and she lightly slapped his shoulder.

"What if I take you to dinner somewhere nice tonight, you can wear your dress, and I'll dress up nice as well." Harry suggested. She shrugged, swinging her feet, practically radiating shyness. "Come on." Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her up, leading her back to the hotel.

It was only four p.m., but Harry felt the need to have her get into that dress as soon as possible. He decided he would take her to a restaurant he's only been to once before, a very high class place that served only a few different meals to choose from. The restaurant even had a dress code, so Harry wore his black jeans with his new button up shirt and a black dress suit jacket he had bought today.

Annabelle put on her dress, only to realize the only shoes she had were Converse and a pair of black combat boots. She had no problem wearing Converse with a dress, but Harry had mentioned the dress code, and she didn't want to be the one to get them kicked out. She wore the black boots with her dress, making sure to put lotion on her exposed legs and arms. The lotion smelled like peppermint and it drove Harry crazy, he wanted to strip her out of that lace dress and kiss her all over, but he decided to act like a gentlemen this evening. They had already taken so many big steps in their relationship in the past four days, he didn't want to rush it any further than it needed to be. Not only did Annabelle sexually please him, but he had said the 'L' word for the first time, and taken her on a small vacation by themselves. They were moving quickly- almost too quickly for their liking, but at the same time, they didn't mind. They knew they could slow things down any time they needed to.

Harry complimented Annabelle's appearance, his fingers touching the many piercings that outlined her ears. He picked up her right hand, giving a kiss to the back of her knuckles and twisting the few silver rings on her fingers. She smiled at him, taking his hand to give it a kiss, and they intertwined their fingers and walked out of the room. Annabelle had her long black purse over her shoulder, strapped across her body. She carried that purse everywhere, always having every random item anyone could ever need; whether it be bandaids, lotion, a phone charger, or a nail file, she had it all stuffed in her purse, because she was weird and always liked knowing she had anything she'd need in case of an emergency.

Harry opened the door for Annabelle when they arrived. She stepped inside and waited for him to enter before walking any further. Harry told the hostess his last name, saying he called and made a reservation for two an hour ago. The hostess smiled at him, nodding her head and grabbing two small menus.

"Follow me." She said politely, leading them to their small table in the corner. The lighting was dim and the atmosphere was quiet and very high class. Annabelle felt more out of place than ever as she stared at the three different spoons and forks sitting in front of her, along with a small plate, a soup bowl, and a larger plate. She gave Harry an awkward glance, making him laugh quietly and place his hand on hers on top of the black tablecloth.

"Hello," a woman's voice came from beside them. "I'm Elizabeth, I'll be your waitress this evening. What may I get you to drink?" The small, black haired woman pulled out a notepad and pen.

"I'll have a Diet Coke, and my lady will have a water." Harry spoke, knowing Annabelle really only drank water. He hated water, he always told her it had no taste, and she would tell him that it was healthier than Diet Coke, but he wouldn't listen.