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thirty-four

The waiter wrote down Harry's order and then he looked up at me and when his eyes met mine, they tugged up into a flirty smile.

"And what can I get for the beautiful lady?" he asked and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as his eyes were basically glued on my chest.

I felt awkward but I decided not to say anything about it, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it so I just replied with my order. "I'll have a piece of the Strawberry cream pie, please." I sounded shy even though I tried my best not to, but I just felt really uncomfortable.

The waiter stayed there for a few more seconds and looked at me. I felt embarrassed and I was sure that my cheeks were turning red already. I hate blushing, but I can't just prevent it from happening.

"What the fuck," I heard Harry's deep voice growl, anger lacing in his voice.

When I looked up my eyes landed directly at him and he was furiously looking at the waiter. His body was tense and his fists were balled. His nostrils flared and he furrowed his eyebrows deeply, looking really pissed off.

The waiter finally tore his eyes away from my chest and looked at Harry, his smug smile turning into dread. He looked terrified, but I couldn't blame him. Harry was looking at him, his eyes full of hatred and the veins in his neck were showing as he talked and it seemed as if he tried his best to stay calm.

"Get your eyes off my girlfriends' chest for fucks sake."

His voice wasn't loud but it held so much anger in it, it was kinda hot to see him like that. And wait, did he just call me his girlfriend? I felt my insides turn and a smile spread on my face. It was a very unsuitable moment to smile but I couldn't help it, I mean Harry just called me his girlfriend, I had to smile.

He looked incredibly hot. He had taken off his blazer during the night and he was left in his white button up shirt and he had his sleeves rolled up. The shirt fit him perfectly and much to my pleasure, it was tight on his biceps.

"Sorry," the waiter stuttered awkwardly and then he stumbled away, trying to get as much space between him and Harry as possible.

Harry's eyes were fixed on the boy still and he only turned his head when I put my hand on his. His eyes immediately softened once they met mine and I was melting into a puddle. Not literally, of course.

"Calm down," I smiled softly.

"Calm down?" he sounded outraged. "I can't just calm down, Rose. That boy was looking directly at your chest and he saw that you're on a date and have company. And it's disrespectful to treat a woman like that."

"He's gone now and I am a hundred percent sure he won't do that again, he's terrified of you." I laughed softly and that got a satisfied smirk from Harry.

"He better be,"

Our dessert was brought by another waiter, the poor boy must've been too scared to return this table but I was happy that it wasn't him. Harry would've probably gotten angry again and I didn't want him to be in a bad mood for the rest of the night.

We ate our desserts and Harry dipped his spoon in the chocolate mousse and then put the spoon in front of me. "Do you want to try some?" he asked, raising his left eyebrow, and I nodded.

That chocolate mousse was probably the best I've ever had and I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the taste of it. I stuck out my tongue to lick off the rest of the mousse and when I opened my eyes again, Harry was staring intensely at me.

"What?" I laughed. "Do I have something in my face?"

He shook his head lightly and cleared his throat before answering. "No. Your face looks as beautiful as always."