All My Love

Chapter 55

"Where are you going?" I'm stopped by Stella's voice on the couch, turning around to face her. Her eyes scan up and down my attire and I look down at my black jeans and the new Doc Marten boots I got for Christmas.

"Hanging out with Michael and Natalie." I say a little white lie and she raises her eyebrows before turning back around to glue her eyes on the TV screen. I let out a quiet breath and grab my keys off the wrack. I snake out of the apartment and lock the door. I take a deep breath and my insides stir from the antsy feeling of what this night may consist of.

Harry's car is rumbling in park and I hurry my way into his car that's a perfect temperature. Not too hot but not cold. I shut the door and set my purse on the floor before looking over at him. Harry smiles before leaning towards me, planting a gentle kiss on my lips.

"You look good." I say with a smile, letting my hand run down the arm of the black trench coat he's wearing. I scoot over a bit, leaning in and closing my eyes as I puddle onto the seat just from his scent.

"Freak." Harry says in laugh, picking up his arm up behind me so I can be more comfortable. A smile appears on his face while he looks over at me, snugged in his side, arm wrapped around me. I can't help but smile. I feel happy, like really really happy for once. I don't want anything to ruin this night at all, I'll be crushed if something ends up happening to where we're screaming at each other.

"What are we doing?" I ask, bringing my left hand to the back of his head. I start running my fingers through his hair slowly at the back of his neck as I wait for an answer.

"Out to eat." Harry informs me and I look at the car ahead of us, slowing down his speed. Harry looks out of the driver's side mirror and whips his car around them, cutting off the car that was just in front of us. "Then ice skating." He then tells me and my head snaps over at him. Harry glances over with a smirk and I'm honestly surprised that he'd pick that as a first date.

"I don't even know how to ice skate." I tell him and he nods, licking his bottom lip before speaking.

"Well I'm pretty good on the ice so I'll show you a few tricks." Harry says in a cocky tone along with a cocky smirk. He glances over at me then lets out a belly laugh when he notices my eye roll.

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"How many?" The hostess asks, giving Harry and I a stare that makes her seem uneasy. "Just the two of you?" She then asks. I look over at Harry who counts the both of us on his fingers and then looks at the girl around our age, nodding.

"Obviously." Harry whispers just as she picks up two menus, guiding us to the back. I nudge my elbow in his side, earning a small grunt. The smell of Italian food fills my senses which makes my stomach growl loud. Harry eyes go wide down at me with a soft smile. My cheeks become a light shade of pink and his smile only gets bigger, wrapping his arm around the back of my neck to pull me in. I feel the stares at us the longer we walk passed people and I can't help but let my thoughts get the best of me. It's weird being out in public, so close, touching. I'm definitely not used to the whole couple touchy, feely. Are we a couple?

"Your waiter should be over any second, enjoy." She smiles, just glancing over at Harry before it fades away into a frown when looking at me. Why do I think that she had something going on with Harry before he ghosted her? I shake off the feeling and set my purse down to the right of me, pushing my hair behind my shoulders. I open up the Olive Garden menu and skim through the large selection.

It's silent for a couple minutes as we look through the variety of noodles and other meals until our waiter comes up to take our drink orders. I order a peach tea with a side of water with lemon and Harry orders a plain glass of water.

"Do you guys still need a couple more minutes to look over the menu?" The man with pretty hazel eyes and dark hair asks after setting the drinks down. I give a sorry smile before Harry flat out says yes.

"So I called my mum back earlier after I got home." Harry speaks, taking my eyes away from the menu. His green eyes are glued to the menu.

"Yeah?" I ask, going back to looking at the options. My eyes keep going back to the cheese ravioli. A favorite of mine. I tell myself each time to switch it but damn, those cheese stuffed noodles make my mouth water every time. "How was that?" I shut my menu and pick up my drink, guiding the straw into my mouth as I look at Harry.

"Good I guess. She's getting married on Valentine's Day so I'm going to fly out there." Harry tells me with nonchalance.

"What?" I ask, setting the cup down in excitement but still making sure I stay gentle. I don't want my excitement to cause him to shut down about the topic. He never really talks to me about his mother so this is new for him.

Harry's pink lips wrap around his straw, the same time he nods. "That's really exciting, I'm happy for her." I give my supportive smile and he shrugs.

"John is weird but he makes her happy so that's all I care about." Harry finally shuts his menu, sliding it towards the end of the table. He links his fingers together when he leans his elbows on the table.

"You never talked about your mom to me besides the whole her kicking you out. Are you still a mommy's boy?" I ask out of curiosity and he tries to hide a smile but it is shown off loud and clear, answering my question.

"I miss her a lot actually. I put so much effort into wanting to hate her for kicking me out but fuck, she's my mum y'know?" Harry looks at me with intense but loving eyes and I nod, completely understanding that kind of situation. "I'm actually kind of excited to go back home."

"Well I'm happy for you and congratulations to your mom." I smile, pulling at my sleeves of my beige coat. My mind starts daydreaming. I make up a scenario of how he'll invite me to go with him and how much fun we'd have... Minus the flight out there and back. I wouldn't be able to go anyways. I have a job and being on a plane has never been on my bucket list.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry asks, with nervous body language and I nod before saying yes. "Would it be too weird if I asked you to go with me as my plus one?" He pops the question. Not even a couple minutes after my daydream. I part my lips in wanting to respond. "Before you say anything, I know it's like way too soon to even ask you to do something like this with me, let alone take you to a wedding, and I know you're afraid of flying but I thought I'd ask. If not, I'll just go alone." Harry adds and I lick my lips, going to speak but the waiter interrupts us by asking if we're ready to order.