All My Love

Chapter 89

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Hi babes! It's just me, the author, stepping in real quick to preface.

During this part of the story, I want it to be known that this dinner idea was not mine. Years ago, somewhere amongst the endless one shots of Harry smut on Tumblr, I read a piece by someone. I just don't want to take credit on the scene at dinner because I really just rewrote it in my own words. I very much want to thank the original writer for their creativity. I wish I could give actual credit to them but since I read the piece years ago, I sadly have no recollection on who it is or I'd be happy and willing to add their name for the addition to my story!

With that being said, I don't want you to think I was plagiarizing. That is not the case! I rewrote the scene in my own words and felt that it would be a great contribution to my story. When I first read it, I knew Becca and Harry needed this kind of moment. If for whatever reason, the original writer somehow finds/reads this, I'd be more than willing to either delete this part, add their handler, or just make up a new scene. Either way, I just really want it to be known that I didn't come up with the part myself.

Personally, this is probably my favorite chapter in the whole book!!! I love whoever's mind came up with the concept because wow!!!!

Anyways, I hope you're enjoying All My Love so far. I'm literally obsessed with it each time I re-read it. I sometimes can't believe I was the one who wrote this lol

Enjoy!!!!

All my love,
R. x

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| Becca |

"The jacket your father got you is nice." I tell Harry as we walk into his apartment. He tosses the present he opened on the yacht onto the kitchen table and walks to the counter, setting his keys down.

"It's okay." Harry shrugs and I walk up to him, wrapping my arms around his torso while looking up at him. "I'm just glad the surprises have ended and we're finally home." He adds and leans down, pecking my forehead before having me let go of him.

"About that..." I say, turning around to face him as he makes his way to the short hallway to his room. His feet stop, spinning around to cross his arms at me.

"What now?" I hear the grimaced expression he portrays on his face.

"I'm taking you to dinner." I bite the inside of my lip, praying that he doesn't overreact. I force myself to look down at the floor, not wanting to see his reaction.

"Becca, come on." Harry groans in a fuss and I peak at him as he walks up to me. "Can't we just stay in? I don't need to go out for dinner, we can just order a pizza or Chinese." His hands run up and down my biceps in hopes to persuade me.

"No, we have a reservation, which was even hard to get in the first place, so we're going. So do whatever you need to do to get ready and I'll see you in a couple hours." I smile, pecking his cheek and taking my car keys out of my purse. Another groan leaves Harry when his head falls back as I walk towards the front door.

"Wouldn't you think that since it is my birthday and all, I would be having the privilege to decline?" Harry questions me, a couple feet behind me.

"Wear something nice." I tell him over my shoulder while opening up the door. "And be at my place by seven, the reservation is at eight-fifteen. We need at least an hour to get there." I add, facing him outside of the door. He rolls his eyes as he's leant up against the doorframe. "Perk up, it's your birthday." I playfully poke his chest with a cheeky grin and shoulder bounce. "Seven o'clock, no later." I remind him as I walk backwards, my finger pointed at him.