Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

6 ~ Looks Like a Date, Right?

He walk towards me with the bouquet in his hand. He had that sheepish smile in his face and those once-fiery emerald eyes turn into a glint of joy. Then he smiled.

I was standing there, looking dumbfounded. My mouth was hanged open, and I have a loss for words. My heart is beating so fast, and I don't know what to do! I was stoned! He stand close to me, an inch away from my face. He sheepishly smiles again.

"Harry," was the only thing that came out. He place a finger before my lips to hush me.

"Shh... I'm sorry... for everything I've done to you," He apologize in a sweet and sorry tone, "Can you forgive me?"

For the first time of my life, I actually felt pity on him. He did what I never thought that he would do, but still, he was sorry. There are butterflies floating in my stomach as I felt his breath fanning in my face, but I didn't say a word. I don't really know what to say...

"I prepared this dinner date just so I can be forgiven. I have to try to make it up to you. Please, forgive me." He pleaded as he set down the flowers on the table.

Feeling sorry for him, I blurted out, "You're forgiven." He then suddenly hugged me tightly. His hug warms me, or maybe even melts me. I'm starting to feel like Olaf in the hot sun. But I smiled as I blush when he hugs me tighter, but didn't hug him back.

No! You're not suppose to like him! He's a playboy. He will never change! It's just an act!

    No! I need to forget him! He isn't some nice random dude who gives treats you like the Queen of England. He is a freakin arrogant jerkpid playboy!

  B-But that thought starts to slowly disappear. Maybe I should forget everything he did back, just for this night. I sighed happily and hugged him back finally.

We pulled away while looking at each other's eyes. He made me smile as he smiles back. "So..." I awkwardly said, "Shall we have dinner?"

"Of course. Anything to make it up to you," he smiled as I tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear, blushing really hard.

      Just for the night, Taylor. Then tomorrow morning everything will be back to normal.

He pulled my chair and help me in. I thank him as he sat across me. We ate our now-cold spaghetti in silence for a few moments.

      Wow, this spaghetti taste good! It taste like a professional made this.

      "This taste delicious!" I remarked while pointing at the meal.

"Thanks, I made it myself." He bragged.

"What? I never knew that you could cook." I said before I ate a forkful of spaghetti.

"Just because I'm a prince, it doesn't mean that I don't have any hobbies." He stared at me with a smile.

"Really? I bet you don't do crochet." I made a sly smile.

He replace his smile with a smirk, "What if I say that I did do that?"

"I wouldn't be happy," I replied slyly.

He smirk grew bigger. "Well, of course, honesty is the best policy, so I have tell the truth. So yes," He chuckled and I giggled along.

The forkful of spaghetti seems to miss my mouth and made a mark on the side of lips. Harry noticed and wipe it off with a tissue. We are actually pretty close again, close enough for me to kiss him...